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The end result of so many meetings
at late night diners with no one eating,
we sit in corners
and sip burnt coffee,
count the tiles
up on the ceiling,
skip this pretense
and cut straight to dying,
don’t beg me to keep your eyes from crying.
You said so much
without ever parting your lips.
It’s past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit I can’t break,
you're my only company,
I'm skipping stones.
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
the street lights flicker like this match in my hand.
And street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
begging to strike.
Begging to strike.
And I keep repeating but this payphone telly stopped receiving,
flat out of change now.
I'm sure you won't accept the charges.
It’s all the same because by morning I'll be halfway to Colorado
or someplace like that.
You said so much without ever parting your lips.
Its past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit I cant break.
You're my only company,
I'm skipping stones down a sub-suburban street.
She keeps on asking:
“Do you think it hurts much to die?“
It’s hurting so much more to stay alive now,
She’s gonna find out how much it hurts to die.
She laced her perfume up with death,
I feel it in my lungs,
so I'll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head.
at late night diners with no one eating,
we sit in corners
and sip burnt coffee,
count the tiles
up on the ceiling,
skip this pretense
and cut straight to dying,
don’t beg me to keep your eyes from crying.
You said so much
without ever parting your lips.
It’s past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit I can’t break,
you're my only company,
I'm skipping stones.
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
the street lights flicker like this match in my hand.
And street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
begging to strike.
Begging to strike.
And I keep repeating but this payphone telly stopped receiving,
flat out of change now.
I'm sure you won't accept the charges.
It’s all the same because by morning I'll be halfway to Colorado
or someplace like that.
You said so much without ever parting your lips.
Its past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit I cant break.
You're my only company,
I'm skipping stones down a sub-suburban street.
She keeps on asking:
“Do you think it hurts much to die?“
It’s hurting so much more to stay alive now,
She’s gonna find out how much it hurts to die.
She laced her perfume up with death,
I feel it in my lungs,
so I'll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head.
Lyrics submitted by radiosilencex
Track duration: 04:29
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"you said so much without ever parting your lips"
And you know it has to hurt the other person too,but basically you're so overwhelmed with your hurt,you don't really think about anything else.
"She�s gonna find out how much it hurts to die.
She laced her perfume up with death,
I feel it in my lungs,
so I'll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head"
I don't think this means she killed herself,persay.I think it means she killed herself metaphorically to him.And she's dead to him ie=horrible breakup.And it was her choice,because she 'chose' to lace her perfume.And he resigns from trying ...drops his head.
awesome song btw :D
I feel it in my lungs,
so I'll pull in the deepest breath
and drop my head."
Hearbreak hurts so much that you just want end it but w/ her essence/perfume - her poison. A bittersweet death.
"It’s past 3am and I'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit I can’t break,
you're my only company,
I'm skipping stones."
Meaning losing friends, so now he's alone because he couldn't stop the addiction.
I'm not too sure, just an idea.
That's what we figured, but we could be totally off.
Anyone have any ideas?
Because honestly "this is my favorite song" doesn't really help me at all. lol.
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Anyone here read Chuck Palahnuik? Well, maybe you should start. In his novel Survivor, the main character has his # misprinted as a suicide hotline number by a newspaper, and he tells the people who call in asking for help to just kill themselves. When one chick calls in, she askes "Do you think it hurts much to die?" And he says, well yes sweetie, it does. Later in the story, both his agent and his caseworker die by inhaling deadly amounts of cholrine gas.
I doubt coincidence.
Amazing song all the same.