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She slips out of bed.
It's 6 in the morning.
She kisses my head
Without even a warning.
She thinks I'm sleeping.
But I watch her slowly dress.
I rot from the inside.
How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive,
I'm buried alive.
Been driving since 1995.
But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame.
This cauterized vein.
I stumble back down the slop again.
But you pull me back to breathe.
Into your heart.
How can I show
What you've have done for me?
You'll never know
Your smile has saved me.
So I wrote these fucked up songs.
Obscure so you'll never guess.
I rot from the inside.
How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive,
I'm buried alive.
Been driving since 1995.
But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame.
This cauterized vein.
I stumble back down the slop again.
But you pull me back to breathe.
Into your heart.
- Álbum:
- The Measure of All Things
- Print Is Dead
- The Death of the Party
- No Fun Intended
- Miscellaneous
- Plea for Peace: Take Action! Volume 2
- Living Tomorrow Today: A Benefit for Ty Cambra
- Springman Records Sampler
- Punk Rock Strike
- Punk Rock Strike, Volume 3: Third Strike
- Asbestos Records 2003 Sampler
- Suburban Home Records and Distribution Music Sampler #3
- Symbiotic Disharmony, Volume 1
- Taking Back the Covers
- AMP Sampler, Volume 9
- Punk Rock Strike, Volume 2: Punk Rock Strikes Back
- Plea for Peace: Take Action, Vol. 2