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Name: Matthew
Location: Lees Summit, Missouri, United States
Birthday: 5/15/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: playing music that destroys your ears
Expertise: all that is guitar and bass, the price of a fountain drink
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  EEbass04
Member Since:
2/2/2002
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| I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head.
Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread.
Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue.
Something tastes different, suddenly I'm not so young.
I'm just a stranger, even to myself.
A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf.
Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him.
Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him.
I never thought I could love anyone but myself.
Now I know I can't love anyone but you.
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone.
Kiss the boys as they walk by, call me their baby.
But little do they know, I'm just a maybe.
Maybe my baby will be the one to leave me sore.
Maybe my baby will settle the score.
I never thought I could love anyone but myself.
Now I know I can't love anyone but you.
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone.
What have I become?
Something soft and really quite dumb.
Because I've fallen, oh, 'cuz I've fall-fallen, oh 'cuz I've fall-fall-fallen
So far away from the place where I started from.
I never thought I could love anyone.
I never thought I could love anyone.
I never thought I could love anyone,
But you, but you, but you, but you, but you
But you make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone. | | |
| Called to see if your back
was still aligned and your sheets
were growing grass all on the corners of your bed
But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves
it has too much to do with me
and secretly I want to bury in the yard
the grey remains of a friendship scarred
You told us of your new life there
you got someone comin' around
gluing tinsel to your crown
he's got you talking pretty loud
you berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
you say you're still in love
if it's true what can be done
it's hard to leave all those moments behind
You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
while kissing the lipless
who bleed all the sweetness away
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| I'm sitting with you
Sitting in silence
Let's sing into the years, like one
Singing in tune, together
A psalm for no one
Let's sing in tune
But now it's home
You sing into the night now
Just sing on for me
You sing into the night
You...
You stay to be alright | | |
| We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less that we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We buried our love in the windsory grave
Along came the snow, was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side, as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.
And when spring arrived
We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet
Led into the sea
Nothing was left for you and me.
We're not the same, dear,
And it seems to me
There's nowhere where we can go
With nothing underneath.
And it saddens me to say
But we both know, well, it's true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.
The ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.  | | |
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