The Frog
Every word you said and every time you bled it out...
(that's what I'm talking about...)
As she slept in that bed next to me…
Misery in the morning,
(come the morning..)
I'll hate this,
(yea I'll hate this)
Well I'll hate this,
(but I wont hate this and o my god )
What's wrong with my head?
When everything I ever wanted just cant hit the spot…
The thought of me swimming in you like the sea...
Makes me melt.. .
Makes me melt into one giant mess of a man…
Feeding this plan...
It's something I could live without.
The thought of me running the tip of my insecure hand across your hips.
It will never make sense but it feeds these desires.
My lungs wouldn't work without playing with fire.
Why can't you see?
I can offer something, something I swear you would never want.
Take it from me…
This feeling in my gut, this lust, it's fading more with every touch.
O…
Dear God, I'm empty.
And it's become quite obvious to me.
This is the calm before the unsettled storm.
This lighthouse lies in ruins, what am I waiting for?