If i gave you pretty enough words
Could you paint a picture of us that works
An emphasis on function rather than design
Aren ＇ t you tired cause i will carry you
On a broken back and blown out knees
I have been where you are for a while
Aren ＇ t you tired of being weak
Such rage that you could scream
The stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest 47860,-119)starry night
Every evening that I die alone
I am exhumed just a little less human
After all these images of pain have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar
And weep you are not alone
Then I ＇ ll show you that place in my chest where my heart
Still tries to beat
It still tries to beat
Aren ＇ t you tired of being weak
Such rage that you could scream
The stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die
Live love burn die
