Post Card MemoryIt's been two years and three summers on the Fourth of July that's how long we have livedPost Card Memory
in this one-horse town. Those who visit here say it's "Paradise" Ah yes, but the people who live here know Our town is a hole. A hole in the ground,
that leaves one in your heart.
We have houses and trees, a gas station and the obligatory school It seems serene but it is a trap.
Everyone here sees in black and white.
There are no opportunities. Make your money, spend it one booze and cigarettes Wake up, go to sleep, always in this way. &
Tunnel of LoveYou are a theme park Ever-changing for the fans Selling yourself to the mindless hordes Is it satisfying? Pleasing everyone constantly? One time I stood At your gates Waited anxiously for opening day Inside, it was everything I ever wanted But when other patrons began to show I recieved a complimentary heartbreak I thought my ticket only said Admit one Admit one lie Admit one mistake Admit one love is gone Admit one deliberate pain Let me off your rollercoaster Love me, hate me, is not a ride Breaking the best assestTunnel of Love
Everything FadesWhat's the point when you admit failure and can't bear to stand with what you've given up onEverything Fades
When all that you live for holds up the white flag claims defeat and falls to its knees
What's the point when you're so cynical that you can only expect the worst but never how much disappointment the world has handed to you
When every moment you wish you couldn't feel when you have no faith in even yourself
What's the point when you've given up your dreams because of hopelessness &
i'm back
How has the roarmeister been?
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people make me nervous
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