An Aggressive Display of Screaming and Acceptance
It's this blissful agony I'm scared I'll miss
Apathetically forgetting what you did to remind me of this
August, school is almost in session
Which twenty-six letters did you use to break her heart?
The writing is on the walls, I'll learn through repetition
Thankful that even the nights fade away
It's hard to grow while I'm tripping on the family roots
And you leave us to
The hands in a god that you see is just
Oh, but that silver lining above your head (I'll burn that bridge, when I get to it)
Is out of reach
I'll forgive you when you're saved (watch it crumble like the ash off a cigarette)
From the two scarred eyes painted on your mask
Your beauty is betrayed by the bottle (now your hands are stained with my blood)
Taught us what love meant today
I forgot that counting holes in the walls (forgive me for calling this a murder)
Our tight ends are frayed
She pretends she doesn't see me
Like a moth eaten family quilt
I don't think she wants to see me
Relinquished relations
Oh, God, I hope she sees me
I still feel fine
I am begging for her stare
Don't turn your back on me
Just because I'm forgetting how to breathe
So I pretend to be
Intending forever
A million smiles and a million lies
A million smiles and a million lies
Obtrusive thoughts of violence are peaking through my blinders on the third floor (this effort won't last forever)
The downstairs neighbors aggressively stab at their ceiling (I said that I had relied on the sound)
Our battleground is a play without satire
This display is far from comical
It's a torturous repetition (of your voice)
Of knocking, screaming, acceptance, and helplessness (cutting through the air)
I wish the weekends were seven days
Long, so I won't see betrayal again (and she looked back and stared)
Oh god, oh god, oh god (and she looked back and stared)
Is everyone this dysfunctional?
I wished I had an answer
But some choose silence over admittance (she replied with a silence)
I wished someone would admit that
I wished somebody would fucking tell me (unlike anything I've ever heard)
But instead all I get is misery without context (unlike anything I've ever heard)
Keeps me up trying to find the words to describe
My broken heart that's repeatedly
Shattered then mended together with lies (she replied with a silence)
Lies, lies, a million fucking lies (unlike anything I've ever heard)
If their truths were alive (unlike anything I've ever heard)
They'd hide like animals in a storm now we're
Drowning and praying for our right to breathe
Just give me a stare
I am waiting for your god-like stare
I'm truly just frightened by the thought
Yet I continue to surrender myself
So I pretend to be
Intending forever
A million smiles and a million lies
A million smiles and a million lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Apathetically forgetting what you did to remind me of this
August, school is almost in session
Which twenty-six letters did you use to break her heart?
The writing is on the walls, I'll learn through repetition
Thankful that even the nights fade away
It's hard to grow while I'm tripping on the family roots
And you leave us to
The hands in a god that you see is just
Oh, but that silver lining above your head (I'll burn that bridge, when I get to it)
Is out of reach
I'll forgive you when you're saved (watch it crumble like the ash off a cigarette)
From the two scarred eyes painted on your mask
Your beauty is betrayed by the bottle (now your hands are stained with my blood)
Taught us what love meant today
I forgot that counting holes in the walls (forgive me for calling this a murder)
Our tight ends are frayed
She pretends she doesn't see me
Like a moth eaten family quilt
I don't think she wants to see me
Relinquished relations
Oh, God, I hope she sees me
I still feel fine
I am begging for her stare
Don't turn your back on me
Just because I'm forgetting how to breathe
So I pretend to be
Intending forever
A million smiles and a million lies
A million smiles and a million lies
Obtrusive thoughts of violence are peaking through my blinders on the third floor (this effort won't last forever)
The downstairs neighbors aggressively stab at their ceiling (I said that I had relied on the sound)
Our battleground is a play without satire
This display is far from comical
It's a torturous repetition (of your voice)
Of knocking, screaming, acceptance, and helplessness (cutting through the air)
I wish the weekends were seven days
Long, so I won't see betrayal again (and she looked back and stared)
Oh god, oh god, oh god (and she looked back and stared)
Is everyone this dysfunctional?
I wished I had an answer
But some choose silence over admittance (she replied with a silence)
I wished someone would admit that
I wished somebody would fucking tell me (unlike anything I've ever heard)
But instead all I get is misery without context (unlike anything I've ever heard)
Keeps me up trying to find the words to describe
My broken heart that's repeatedly
Shattered then mended together with lies (she replied with a silence)
Lies, lies, a million fucking lies (unlike anything I've ever heard)
If their truths were alive (unlike anything I've ever heard)
They'd hide like animals in a storm now we're
Drowning and praying for our right to breathe
Just give me a stare
I am waiting for your god-like stare
I'm truly just frightened by the thought
Yet I continue to surrender myself
So I pretend to be
Intending forever
A million smiles and a million lies
A million smiles and a million lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Lies
Lies
A million fucking lies
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Donaldson, Ethan Moen, Hayden Peeling, Jeremy Moen
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