Theres a corner of your bed
where I stockpile possibilities,
But you slept right through
loose-leaf compilations of our memories,
And now the only option I can see,
Is to drop this match and turn to leave
but still she keeps on calling me
I would shoulder every stone
you threw in a house of glass
cause baby you've got a way
of burning bridges to the past
and maybe all the vampires
that you call friends,
can shut their stupid puppet mouths
and never speak again
Now a subtle flashback,
a look where we once were,
as all the flames engulf the room
colored red just like her hair
and when she calls out softly,
you know I wont be there!
I would shoulder every stone
you threw in a house of glass
cause baby you've got a way
of burning bridges to the past
and maybe all the vampires
that you call friends,
can shut their stupid puppet mouths
and never speak again
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