Glassjaw Hurting & Showing
When I get back Pre-break of dawn hear the ring it's me live from a pay phone talking in the rain. Things pan out exactly as i say they will. Will I be less happy when I get back? Two hand in one glove as if we were poor. The hard up make the soup from stones like the poor before them did before. You say the waiting could crush your heart. But it's nothing new to me have you crave me so desperately but I know how when you need me you bleed for me, though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans. Always and forever we are apart and may she see she'd be free rejoicing in distance if she only let me sleep. Will things make less happy when I get back? Absence makes the heart grow still. Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill. I know, I know. Make the dead feel deader deader. Make the dead sleep nights with a razor waiting. Kill the prey. I'll hold my child's head underwater. If it's a boy, I was joking if it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to... And if you find my kid later tell her I laughed too. We just might work out fine because I love you enough to let you give the pain that I want ...And when you do I just might f..ck you enough to love you. Once upon my night stand lied letters piled in columns postmarked Middle Island out east in the country of Solemn.