Lyrics

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died I need to put these thoughts to rest I need to find a peace of mind I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mine to rest in Need to find someone to confide in, and let the rest in need to start restin' Needless to say, i couldn't hide Fifteen grown men shouldn't cry Had i known then what i know now Had i thought now what i knew then, I might still be human With all the little stupid fix-ins as I fix sins and vixens vick souls Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles Nail me to the cross dress, the holy cloth costs less I'd toss less If i still had your soft breasts to rest my head on Since you've been gone I recalled my issues with problems and hate But i can't exactly remember the model or make Now glass bottles break in my death grip I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip My bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets But i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep I had my highs and lows When on top I let you peek out over my nose Sitting on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone, you might still be here My skin is filthy From my lows when you weren't there But to keep from feeling guilty I collected the dirt (collected the dirt), kept it piling up Now mr. feel nothing (mr. feel nothing) saves his tears inside of a cup And he drinks (and he drinks) and he forgets that he's an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal monsters sing I'm sitting in a stranger's tub With all my clothes on, shivering, considering the dangers of love They get half of what i have to give, if that It's all about the packaging, they're distracted by the gift wrap Predictable, easy to manipulate They're foreshadow puppets and i'm waiting for their strings to break The pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out I'm in my last days now, there's a change coming soon I just want to crawl back into my mother's womb I need a comfort zone but obviously i need to find another home To call my own, and always return to And i want it to be you (i want it to be you) I sit and stare zone out, I think a lot and never sleep Creating memories to remember and then i forget to eat Went to the street you used to live on Staring at the bedroom window of your old home With puppy eyes waiting for god to throw me a bone I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while i settle for less I'm unsettled at best, sulking while abandoning settlements Insulting my companions intelligence conversing with baby talk Practicing mind games. rehearsing with playful thought It's the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold When you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road It left me so messy Forget me not I've got more mud to sling… shot "through the heart, and you're to blame, you give love a bad name"