Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Well if I was to die tonight, tell them I'm not ready, tell them I've still got things to do, tell them we got something planned just me and you.
If I was to leave this place, tell them I'm not done packing, not so ready about up there, there's things I need to finish.
No don't tell them I'm the only one, they must hear all the time, don't tell them about our love 'cause that can make'em jeallous, and don't tell them I got people up there, people I hope still care, just tell them I am busy, trying to figure out this place and I can't leave it all messy.

If I was to go tonight, my words aren't even ready. I need to have one final speech, one final way to say it, find the perfect lyrics, tell them I'm not ready.

If they take me anyway, you know what I have left behind, try to erase me from your mind 'cause I don't want  it painful, I want you to stay with that smile and spank them with cynism, and tell them they are dumb, just don't tell them I was lazy.
Tell them about the good sides, about the times I made you laugh, tell them about my dumb ideas, about the crazy things I did and could've done, just don't tell them how I was lazy.

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