I don't know how else to get a hold of you now...
I'm glad to know you're still around, I was seriously worried for awhile...
=(
Please call...
First went, room is hard to find
We're paralyzed, we apologize
Our hell is a good life
Last went wrong, where's my prize?
Under the lights
Can we call it in, we’ll be on the road
Can we stop?
When we stop
My back will turn your face toward the fence
What if what it was it isn't now?
What if what it was it isn't now?
All this weight is on, it's worse
We're moderate, we modernize
‘Til our hell is a good life
Oh, we know what to forget
How to do right
Colouring in the black hole
Can we stop?
When we stop
My hands will shake, my eyes will burn, my throat will ache
Watching you turn from me towards your friends
What if what it was it isn't now?
What if what it was isn’t?
Punishment to stall, it's done
What if what was in was missing out?
What if what it was it isn't now?
There's a pattern in the system
There's a bullet in the gun
That's why I tried to save you
But it can't be done
It can't be done
you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me
and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
-Dresden Dolls
it's been so long, and tin cans and string for years
is all that we've known, could it be you're really here
'cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me
but things can't be as they seem, I'm so far from home
this must be another dream, but my eyes are open
and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me
Seasick
You make it look so e a s y
You [fitinside] your own skull so comfortalby
Haven't been myself lately...
And thank you, the pressure has been all mine
As I wait for my pulse to {c a t c h u p} with me
If I could leave here today then I would
If I could change my face and my name then I would
If I could run to some technicolour place then I would
If I could learn from my ^m.IsT'aKeS- then I would
And the lights come back on
What has my imagination done for me lately?
I sit in this chair
Concentrating on a crack in the ceiling and,
and thank you,
thank you
the presssure has been all mine
as I wait for my pulse to {c a t c h u p} with me...
You make it look so easy
You make me seasick...
"Perfect Grave" - Social Code
In your room
You sleep all day so nothing gets to you
You've dug a hole
But I will not crawl into it with you
If it's the last thing I do
I will not follow you into a perfect grave
I will not stand here while you throw it all away
I'll keep hoping that you won't fall in all the way
You Take your pills
You choke them down
But every swallow kills me
I've had enough
Of digging in the dirt trying to save you
Thats the last thing I'll do
I will not follow you into a perfect grave
I will not stand here while you throw it all away
I'll keep hoping that you won't fall in all the way
I'll never know what you're feeling inside
Now that you're buried alive
I could keep digging and wreck my life too
But thats the last thing I'll do
I will not follow you into a perfect grave
I will not stand here while you throw it all away
I'll keep hoping that you won't fall in all the way
I will not follow you into a perfect grave
I will not stand here while you throw it all away
I'll keep hoping that you won't fall in all the way
