WE LOVE THE USED
THE USED
BURIED MYSELF ALIVE
you almost always pick the best times
to drop the worst lines
you almost made me cry again this time
another false alarm
red flashing lights
well this time i'm not going to watch myself die
i think i made it a game to play your game
and let myself cry
i buried myself alive on the inside
so i could shut you out
and let you go away for a long time

i guess it's ok i puked the day away
i guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own
way
and if you want me back
you're gonna have to ask
nicer than that

i think the chain broke away
and i felt it the day that i had my own time
i took advantage of myself and felt fine
but it was worth the night
i caught an early flight and i made it home

with my foot on your neck
i finally have you
right where i want you
maybe memories
the taste of ink
bulimic
say days ago
poetic tragedy
buried myself alive
a box full of sharop objects
blue and yellow
greener with the scenery
noise & kisses
on my own
pieces mended
*choke me