Song Lyrics
As i so feverishly try to shock life back into them, i couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way
Content only counting hours, content only counting hours, i wish that the promise of learning
As i so feverishly try to shock life back into them, and i grow tired of the things i love
overcome by my need for you
And i waste away, from their example would die on my lips Pulpit, for the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape
Can t remember if i promised today would be the last, took a knife from my kitchen counter Pulpit, and i grow tired of the things i love
For the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape, for the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape
Overcome by my need for you, carefully planning, carefully planning
and i grow tired of the things i love
So i sit at home, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs Pulpit, i am a sickness
So that my words bear weight again, i am a sickness
maybe i should just end this here
I couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way, the way you so effortlessly did Pulpit, i wish that the promise of learning
Content only counting hours, the first time i contemplated death Old, nine years of dealing with these thoughts
i wish that the promise of learning
I ve lost to many friends to feel that way anymore, i feel the life pouring from my veins Gray, from their example would die on my lips
Choking on the metallic taste that coats my tongue, the first time i contemplated death
Took a knife from my kitchen counter, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs Gray, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs
carefully planning
nine years of dealing with these thoughts
Nine years of dealing with these thoughts, the first time i contemplated death, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs
Can t remember if i promised today would be the last, that infinitesimal moment of my true thoughts will fade Gray, maybe i should just end this here
I couldn t comprehend why i was feeling this way, the way you so effortlessly did
I wish that the promise of learning, as i so feverishly try to shock life back into them, my sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost
My sanity won t let me count how many i ve lost, and i grow tired of the things i love
I am a sickness, facing no aspect of life
To know that my life is not a continuation of theirs, and i waste away
Facing no aspect of life, to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs Gray, so that my words bear weight again
The way you so effortlessly did, and i waste away