If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
Hope you find out what you are, I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again... you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old, start acting my age. It'll be a Brand New day, in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold... a heart that's harder than stone... and it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone.
Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad you can forgive. Only hoping as time goes, you can forget...
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state. You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room,
when I sneak to your bed, to pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits, or get a grip. You said you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
So you can forget. You can forget.
You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold,
pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins,
holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.
Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes... you can forget.
Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
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