Closed Heart Surgery We Look Good In Black
(I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I
owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it
away. I can love whoever I want. You are what you love,
not what loves you.)
i hold on but you crumbled underneath my fingers,
her face fell apart like a vampire up, way past curfew
its a dull view, and that voice lingers in a soft
drink, whisper
how soon is now? the right time to release the blinds,
pull back the curtains let in some light,
not looking outside and im still having fun
dont need to hitchhike, dont need to run
run for fun? what the hellkind of fun is that?
all my friends look good when we're dressed in black
she looked real good on that christmas eve
compliments were delivered, but they never were
recieved
i dont mean to mislead or decieve,
what i read what i say what i speak when i mean what i
mean,
is this the end, the seperation of friends?
its been a pleasure, so long man
you look good i look good when we're dressed in black,
ready to paint, the city red, lets paint the city red
you look good i look good when we're dressed in white,
ready to paint, the city tonight, lets paint the city
tonight.
its like a type to lead, back space repeat,
pull up a seat, see whats wrong with me,
i cant point fingers, its not polite,
i know that your thinkin, yeah its alright
clock struck midnight, you werent there,
i saw your eyes light up, i pretend not to care,
but i left direct, broken wood on the rocks
and it hurt the first time that i saw you at roxy,
i sat there with my hood up, glasses on my face,
tried my best to turn you into someone i hate,
i cant do that, like crossing the streams
fight n stayed puff on the top of buildings
i know what you mean when you wanna give up,
use the postal service, do away with love,
its just trust, with a sqeeze of lust,
lick the salt already, and drink it up.
you look good i look good when we're dressed in black,
ready to paint, the city red, lets paint the city red
you look good i look good when we're dressed in white,
ready to paint, the city tonight, lets paint the city
tonight.
i heard you sober as a preist on sunday
when we spoke face to face, no way to convey
incorrectly make you respect me,
set my self apart from every temptress and davie
too many friends, im like a maybe
scratch below a box on a note to a crush
right next to a yes box and a no
its what i dont want, a rejection to haunt me
and keep me away from a sidewalk chance,
reach for my hand, I'll be glad to dance
goodbyes are rare, i save the best for last,
i like my steaks bloody, raw like you past
letsbreak out the paints, leave the canvas,
red lights on the arston ambulance
she dont move slow, this bitch is fast,
lets crash together, lets crash
you look good i look good when we're dressed in black,
ready to paint, the city red, lets paint the city red
you look good i look good when we're dressed in white,
ready to paint, the city tonight, lets paint the city
tonight.
(x2)
