Self Against City

Jet black fought back at the blink of an eye Too young, too proud and never short on words Another riddle without a solution Waiting for his chance to start A revolving chain of complications, affirmations Passing blame If you're so confident then te

It's 3AM and you are on the floor again Running out of steam but you say you're just trying to vent An emotional vampire caught red-handed Sucking the blood from all your chances Save your breath for breathing Just put it behind you And fight the fig

I want my life to be more like a symphony With chords encased, and scores of grace that rivals symmetry I want my chance to behold the truth and watch it unfold Where angles are right and sides are adjacent All our lives we try to find a way back to

Smooth silver, seven thirty And I know that it's caving in So I cross my fingers Lonely homes escape their solitude First we'll have a drink And then we'll talk again Any minute now, I could be moving in But we'll keep it on the ice with words so cur

Let's take this all the way Uh oh, uh oh Nothing can touch us now Uh oh, uh oh Lately I've been thinking about changing myself Into everything I ever wanted to be I swear that I will always remember Never forget how I became who I am Never forget how

Wait till you fall asleep And I'll push the car down the driveway Turn the engine over And I head straight for the highway You're not the only one who can fake love But I did what I had to when no one can blame me for that Yours isn't the first heart

He's just that boy from out of town Only stops here twice a year He says your pretty and he adores you Reciting dialogue from classic romances (dialogue from the classics that he steals) But Scarlet my dear He doesn't give a damn about you Overrated

You gave me that look across the table At dinnertime Your toes caress my ankle And I notice your breathing getting heavy Your speech short of steady It's obvious your ready Skip the elevator Head straight toward the stairs Lipstick shades on pillowca

Something's wrong, something I can't put my finger on Breathe in, breathe out Until the feeling's gone But the nights keep getting colder, and the days all feel the same Too much, too much, too much is never enough I can't, I can't, can't seem to get

We were a stroke of luck We were a late night vision I was all that you longed for You were all I was missing This could be the change we're looking for We're all angels on the inside We play filthy roles I can hear the sirens ringing Exhaust pipes s