Perfect Train-wreck

by MartyrAmanda   Jul 23, 2010


I'm so high,
No ground beneath,
This feeling never ends,
Its pretty neat,

They say I'm a wreck,
but I don't feel a thing,
If I knew how to wreck a train,
.....maybe I'd have another name,

The days drift quickly,
and I feel the same,
Down in this hole,
I'm perfectly sane,
Screaming with a smile,
My face melts away,

Another disgrace
and its all in (my) vein,
Sanctuary and Pain,
Nothing feels like shame,

I want you close,
Please don't go,
Hold me tight, Cause here comes the high,
Don't get lost in flight,
Follow the light,
We can stay up all night,
and forget why we fight,
were both a perfect mess,
They say were quite a sight,
These white lines we caress,
They've become our delight,

The rush keeps me living,
You keep me forgetting,
and tonight...
With hurt out of sight,
We'll blow our minds,
Leave them behind,
and take to the sky.

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