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Jun. 21st, 2004 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You are so lame, you always dissapoint me
It's kind of like our running joke
but it's really not funny
and I just want you to live up to the image of you I create
I see you and I'm so unsatisfied; I see you and I dilate
So I'll walk the plank and I'll jump with a smile
if I'm gonna go down, I'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender, you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing but I've worked with less
and I learn every room long enough to make it to the door
and then I hear it click shut behind me and every key works differently
I forget every time and forgetting defines me
That's what defines me
and when I say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is I am in love with you
and it is no fun
but I don't use words like love 'cuz works like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
and I wake up in the night in some big hotel bed
and my hands grope for the light
and my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and I know that
I'm
better
off
alone
.
.
.
It's kind of like our running joke
but it's really not funny
and I just want you to live up to the image of you I create
I see you and I'm so unsatisfied; I see you and I dilate
So I'll walk the plank and I'll jump with a smile
if I'm gonna go down, I'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender, you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing but I've worked with less
and I learn every room long enough to make it to the door
and then I hear it click shut behind me and every key works differently
I forget every time and forgetting defines me
That's what defines me
and when I say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is I am in love with you
and it is no fun
but I don't use words like love 'cuz works like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
and I wake up in the night in some big hotel bed
and my hands grope for the light
and my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and I know that
I'm
better
off
alone
.
.
.