Friday, November 2, 2007

you run away for no apparent reason

I'm in envy of addicts. You're obsessed with stars.
Don't, don't you sound so excited just showing me your vanity.
Whisper it once, just a little bit.
Come on whisper it twice,
I can't stand to see the spotlight shine one more night.
It's killing me to see you.

Just tie the rope and kick the chair,
just leave me hanging there, gasping for air.
Yeah, don't mind me three feet from the ceiling.

You'd rather watch me drown,
then see your hands get wet.
You took the plot from stage to screen
and turned it to an epic scene.

So whisper it once, tell me again.
Come on, whisper it twice,
I can't stand to see my whole life flash before my eyes.
When I'm with you there's no point in breathing.

~The Format