Stitches

Five words, five words is all it would take.
Five words to change your heart and mind.
In the heat of the sun, I know you are the only one.
You still cant hold yourself together.

Alone...Alone....
All alone you have this conversation to satisfy your most intimate inner thoughts.

Then you bite your lip when it matters most.
A shade of red in sight.
Can you taste the Blood? Taste it on your lips.

Rip the seam. Then I`ll show you
how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your Silence we are louder.
When the strings become the Stitches in your mouth.

Your growing imagination preparing you for what your heart requires to say.

Then you bite your lips when it matters most.
A shade of red in Sight.
Can you taste the Blood? Taste it on your lips.

Rip the seam. Then I`ll show you
how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your Silence we are louder.
When the strings become the Stitches in your mouth.

Five words, repeating over in your head.
Thats all you ever have to do.
Five words. Is it really that hard to say
you`re worth more than this?

1) You`re
2) worth
3) more
4) than
5) this

Rip the seam. Then I`ll show you
how the strings become the stitches in your mouth.
In your Silence we are louder.
When the strings become the Stitches in your mouth.

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Stitches

words will break us down
where you can't make a sound
and tear you along every different line
and spit it away

for so long
for so long

and this may hurt a bit
breaking out your stitch
you spelled it out so many times
so spit it away

for so long
for so long

(you don't know me by name)
(you don't know me by name)

and you don't know me by name
(still cold)
you don't know me by name
you don't know me by name
(still cold)
you don't know me by name
(still cold) x9
(you don't know me by name)
(still cold)
(still cold)
(you don't know me by name)
(still cold)
(still cold)

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Stitches

This countdown
To the day of departure has slowly been eating away
It's a meltdown
It's a personal torture I never saw coming my way
I try to breathe deep
I try to find sleep
I try holding on to the same old song
Just because of a brand new verse

And I found what I always wanted
As she walked away
And I ran aground with this wound untreated
Let it wash away

So keep slipping
I continue to try in vain just to pinpoint an answer
I keep tripping
On the same damn wire and no one came tumbling after
Crawl back in reverse
Wash off this new verse
Then keep holding on to the same tired song
'cause from here it will only get worse

And I found what I always wanted
As she walked away
And I ran aground with this wound untreated
Let it wash away

Stitch me up (stitch me up)
And bleed me out
(It's over)
Stitch me up (stitch me up)
And bleed me out
(It's over)
Stitch me up (stitch me up)
And bleed me out
(It's over)
Stitch me up (stitch me up)
And bleed me out

I found what I always wanted
As she walked away
And I ran aground with this wound untreated
Let it wash away, let it wash away

Stitches

If it stayed i'd never leave it
If that turned around
I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about
I mean that loving you is strange
And adored by me throughout oh no it's you again
Someday soon you'll find that someone
Waiting for the chance to beat you
Drooling on the set to feel you
Blessing you with every kiss

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill

Such the patient one who needs me
The spoiled one who wins
So shocking where's your sense
Don't you know i hate you, ohoh
Unsatisfied,you little girl.

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill

Rolling dice and seeming queer
Bastard love,a sick affair
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch
I mean that fucking you is strange
And adored by me throughout
Oh no it's you again
Blessing you with every kiss

So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know
I will never be the same

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill

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Stitches

every hour is a season
every minute lasts a day
so i set here picking stitches
i find comfort in decay
how i long to fill my lungs

tell me how does it feel to
breathe air cold and clean
cos i've been living on my knees
since i was seventeen
thought i was safe beneath the smoke
but even under cover
i still choke

wel my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on

my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on

my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold...

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Stitches

every hour is a season
every minute lasts a day
so i set here picking stitches
i find comfort in decay
how i long to fill my lungs

tell me how does it feel to
breathe air cold and clean
cos i've been living on my knees
since i was seventeen
thought i was safe beneath the smoke
but even under cover
i still choke

wel my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on

my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold on

my wings are clipped but even if they werent
i've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
there's no poetry in my soul
just a list of lies i've told
and i don't know how much longer i can hold...

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