1. |
graduation cards
02:10
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woke up smelling like cigarettes and cheap whiskey
for a moment i thought maybe i was still nineteen
for just one second i thought you were still in love with me
and only fragments of memories later i'd never been so happy
if i wrote you letters they'd sound like graduation cards
yeah, do something big and quit being so honest
and i'd write you letters but i'm not sure how they'd start
"hope you've been good, i don't know how to thank you for breaking my heart"
woke up last night, dead sick and wondering
if you still wear that gaga shirt i let you steal from me
and maybe i should call you around two in the morning
just to check in and make sure that you're perfectly happy
if i wrote you letters they'd sound like congratulation cards
yeah, do whatever it is you need to start feeling clean
and i'd write you letters but i'm not sure how they'd start
because i can't begin to say how thankful i am for the cracks inside my heart
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2. |
terrible things
03:23
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the morning you spent opening your veins
hoping the spill would create something beautiful, like warm summer rain
i spent the evening dismantling my instincts
trying to convince myself i don't care more than anything about whatever you think
i sat and listened, sat and listened to your heart sing
about the way that mine is filled with terrible things
used all of the next day throwing pennies into a well
a pretty prelude before we dove over the edge ourselves
until i woke up soaking wet
in the bed of someone whose name escapes me as easily as my temperament
i laid and listened, laid and listened to your heart break
and splinter like the ice that keeps coming back to the great lakes
i know, i know, we both know how this ends
how your fingers don't fit mine like they probably fit his
i asked if we could stay up watching movies
and is it cool if i hold your hand until we both fall asleep?
or float through your veins gently on my back
and swallow every new breath like a heart attack
i sat and listened, sat and listened to your heart sing
about the way that mine is filled with terrible things
and i swear i'd promise you each of saturn's 10,000 rings
but nevermind, i know you're not into that sort of thing
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