curbdrop out of grace

billy, two part song. first starts off sweet/seconds finishes bitter

Plastic Sheets of Memories

(part1)
Even though you’ve been coming over since we were little kids,
I’ll keep the light on for you in case you forget where I live,
And if it’s late well you know where my spare key is hid,
Please make yourself as comfortable as our relationship is.

I never played the scene out with all the years rolling over like this,
I always believed on lonely nites you’re the one I’d end up with,
I’ve waited for the moment but the moment I have missed,
Now thinking back on all those times I wanted but I never did.


(Part2)
Dose the burning flames consuming my heart with some gasoline,
Burn down walls that formed my prison and release my memories,
Run away and hide away and take away these blanketing thoughts,
Time to open my pandora’s box and let everything out.

Take me away far far from here I’m reminded by everything,
Feed me cigarettes, fats, alcohol, and all things comforting,
Kill the need and kill what’s me the last part that still feels something,
Oh silly dreams tied to a string cut loose by what’s reality.

Don’t tell me this is news to you you never knew you had no clue,
I don’t buy it for a moment you used me too like I used you.
To get through.

Plastic sheets of memories bound in an album I’ll box away,
All the little notes you gave I saved but now I’ll throw away,
Blow the candles out with deep breath out I’m done I’m out,
Finally figured out what you’re about teasing my craving doubts.

Don’t tell me this is news to you you never knew you had no clue,
I don’t buy it for a moment you used me too like I used you.
To get through,
To get through,
To get through,
To get through.

posted by fillshe @ 3:17 PM