There is one APC song that I listen to but which lyrics I haven’t posted yet – mostly because I couldn’t relate to the lyrics that much. But now, in my state of mind, after this mind-boggling and emotion-infusing/emotionally-draining (depends on how you look at it) day, this song is just too perfect for words.
Archive for the ‘Lyrics’ Category
4 Oct
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I’m even here.
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable.
So condescending, unnecessarily critical.
I have the tendency of getting very physical.
So watch your step cause if I do you’ll need a miracle.
1 Oct
While I formulate denials of your effect on me.
What am I to do with all this silence?
Shy away.
Shy away, phantom.
Run away, terrified child.
26 Sep
I won’t be satisfied ’til I’m under your skin.
Immobilized by the thought of you.
Paralyzed by the sight of you.
Hypnotized by the words you say.
Not true but I believe ‘em anyway.
I shiver when I hear your name.
Think about you but it’s not the same.
I won’t be satisfied ’til I’m under your skin.
24 Sep
Allow me to let it go.
Humble and helpless and learning to pray.
Praying for visions to show me the way.
Show me the way to forgive you.
Allow me to let it go.
Allow me to be forgiven and
Show me the way to let go.
31 Aug
Run. Devour.
’cause it’s time to bring the fire down.
bridle all this indiscretion
long enough to edify
and permanently fill this hollow.
29 Aug
Catch me. Heal me. Lift me. Release me.
The religious fence-sitter, the formerly apathetic one…
is praying for deliverance from such debilitating ambivalence.
For all my hurts, my pains, my anger… I pray for deliverance.
I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown.
I choose to live.
29 Aug
But you’re far too poisoned for me.
Delusional.
I believed I could cure it.
All for you, dear.
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you.
Make it right for you.
Sleeping beauty,
truly thought I could magically heal you.
27 Aug
Medicated drama queen.
Crying to yourself again. Lying through your teeth again. Lying to my face again.
Disconnect and self-destruct, one bullet at a time.
What’s your rush now? Everyone will have his day to die.
Medicated drama queen. Picture perfect non-belligerence.
Narcissistic drama queen. Craving fame and all its decadence.
They were right about you.
27 Aug
It’s your right and your ability to become my perfect enemy.
Leaning over you here,
cold and catatonic.
I catch a brief reflection
of what you could and might have been.
It’s your right and your ability
to become my perfect enemy.
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