Backround noise for our greiving hearts

i think i'm going to throw up
all those months of disconecting
sometimes i cry
just cuz i miss it

don't play it through the grape vines
you get emotionally attatched

i can remember the darkness
like i'm right there
and that place definitly has a feel all it's own

we spent so many nights there
sometimes i was alone with her
and then i look up
and every one else is crying

i couldn't just watch the people i love
watch her die
but i knew i was defensless

all i could think was please not me

and the look on their faces
all the other people
that were fated there longer than her

the things you remember
the things you picture
that'll always be there

the woman next to us
wanting to take her shirt

what was the t.v.
backround noise for our greiving hearts

i cried once or twice because there was nothing left to do
because i knew what lie ahead

but i always knew my grapevines were there
even though i wanted to stay as much as he did

the haunting memories just can't be discribed
kissing our hands, so sweet and gentle
just so we wouldn't crumble

and when i saw her fate and destiny
that she should leave us with so many blank pages
all i could think was please not me