Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Naseau -- Rough Draft

You say you wish you could hate me
Well so do I
But the thing you don't notice
The thing you never realized
Is the way that you made me
and your blue green eyes
The way that you held me up
and never, till now, lifted your disguise
It's the reason I breathe, now
The only way I could hold me head high

The way that you'd break me
and tell me the sweetest of lies
It's the reason those three words
make me nauseous now
It's the real reason I cry

But you speak to me now
with such bitter words
it's as if to say
I was the one that caused you hurt

You say that you'll never
love or open your heart again
If that's true, then what am I
but soured means to a bitter end

You say you needed someone
you just wanted a friend
but being friends was never good enough
you sucked me right in

Now what once was beautiful
is a rotten paper sack
Now what once was pure
is painted with ash, is black

My stomach, it churns now,
when a man sings to me
I can see no love, no longer longing
for much of anything.

You walk alone now, never by your side
you walk alone now, hang your head without pride
I'll sleep lonely now, I'll sleep alone
Knowing this house is no longer your home

But I'll break the windows down
I'll get cut by the glass
I'll bleed this life out
and make a new one last

You'll speak slower, now
as you cower in shame
You'll be alone forever, now
but one day, I'll forget your name.

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