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the_brilliant_dance
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yummyC
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So this is odd,
the painful realization that has all gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover's clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all,
where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
This is incredible.
Starving, insatiable,
yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time
-dashboard confessional
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silentbob
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that song makes me sick
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silentbob
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because it was almost predicted how their relationship would turn out. and some of the details fit all too realistically to them
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girl_jane
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there's not much left to be said
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lycanthrope
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you pass me by, your eyes don't avert, they rise, by a habit you might regret giving in to later,
and mine avert.
My head is filled with shrill trumpeting,
the muppets play jazz on the day of the dead.
If you would've asked if i was happy,
i could've told you,
yes...i'm happy, i'm suicidally happy
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silentbob
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and breathing is a foreign task and thinking is too much to ask
your measuring your moments by a clock that's blinking Eights
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silentbob
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sigh, yeah its a repeat. o well. its in my head regardless.
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megan
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he holds me close,
longingly embracing me,
enchanting me in a wonderful remedy of cure.
and i know this moment could go on and on forever and ever,
and,
for the first time,
i hope it will.
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sweetheart of the song tra bong
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his little breath before "breathing is a foreign task"
that gets to me
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unhinged
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this brilliant dance
has turned into a barroom sucker punch to the face
slowly
it happened
i felt it at every step
but my hands were tied
i_wanted_to_love_you
more than i wanted the will to live
i discarded it for too long
i fear that there is an explanation
for this inexplicable_rage
i wanted to have something to go home to
after the dance was over
but now
i_have_nothing
but knots of rage
listen to me
was i like this a year ago?
i wasted myself on you;
honesty_kills
but i'm still stumbling around
iron-clad
shaking
shrink
poof
if you knew me
if you knew me at all
the sickness has changed shape
i have this ball
in the pit of my stomach
pushing against my pancreas
so heavy
that i can't win
'this shadowed death valley'
fuck
what an eerie premonition
i'd like to say i will leave and never look back
but that's a lie
even though it's broken
it still beats
beats for you
you stupid bitch
the same thoughts still come to my head
filtered through more and more
of the bullshit
your sweet-smelling bullshit
nauseates me
but it still illicits reaction doesn't it?
no_no
'you cannot redo a thing that has been undone'
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