July 2003

So this is what it feels like when dreams come crashing down And the lies you spoke no longer hover out of reach This is where the stones we so carefully built our future on slip into the sea There's...

Her cold blue eyes reflect Like static on a broken television Except without the hiss Her blood red lips are cracked Like the desert floor And she never gave me a chance to see her true colors And now...

Black lines where your eyes used to shine Cross our hearts, we're sippin' shots of cyanide Kiss my lips and taste this, this suicide We sleep with the enemy and kill what we love Cursed with the gift...

Taken back to a day When eyes said so much more Than hollow words screamed Sometimes these stares left scars And now our thoughts collide At 2am our lips spark fire to the horizon Bathe these streets...