Burn Up the Book
My love keeps rotting
If you're hearing this, I'm hurting
I open my eyes every count of ten
To find a black sun glaring over my head
So I opt for the wall and stare there
Until I, too, am nothing at all
All
I carved our initials into my knife
And I woke up to a kiss from the light
Bleeding all over the sheets
Hope I clean it up before you see
Because to you I am nothing at all
All
Mmmm
Turn the page to find the prose is the same
And the poetry can't hide your pain
Burn up the book at the best of times
And at the worst, you can't spark a flame
But why use a fire when you could just lie down
And give it all up again?
It's Saturday crimes
Or it's Sunday's denial
And you promised you would love me 'til then
Mmmm
Candy and rain can mix and make champagne
You make the weekends worth it
Every time you say my name
But you forgot that I don't pray
To the same god
Every day
Day
Mmmm
Turn the page to find the prose is the same
And the poetry can't hide your pain
Mmmm
But why use a fire when you can just lie down
And give it all up again?
It's Saturday crimes
Or it's Sunday's denial
And you promised you would love me 'til then
'Til then
'Til then
If you're hearing this, I'm hurting
I open my eyes every count of ten
To find a black sun glaring over my head
So I opt for the wall and stare there
Until I, too, am nothing at all
All
I carved our initials into my knife
And I woke up to a kiss from the light
Bleeding all over the sheets
Hope I clean it up before you see
Because to you I am nothing at all
All
Mmmm
Turn the page to find the prose is the same
And the poetry can't hide your pain
Burn up the book at the best of times
And at the worst, you can't spark a flame
But why use a fire when you could just lie down
And give it all up again?
It's Saturday crimes
Or it's Sunday's denial
And you promised you would love me 'til then
Mmmm
Candy and rain can mix and make champagne
You make the weekends worth it
Every time you say my name
But you forgot that I don't pray
To the same god
Every day
Day
Mmmm
Turn the page to find the prose is the same
And the poetry can't hide your pain
Mmmm
But why use a fire when you can just lie down
And give it all up again?
It's Saturday crimes
Or it's Sunday's denial
And you promised you would love me 'til then
'Til then
'Til then
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Writer(s): Mary Hyland Mcquillan
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