More times than five
I've been right here by your side
Still Wondering....Where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle
Don't want to be 'round
When you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life
When "how you live, is how you die"
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine
But lived the next day...and put the Malice away
That's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
turned to gray, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space.
A bed of roses, the thorns are placed
No more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, a memory.
No Use For A Name - Pre-Medicated Murder Lyrics
No Use For A Name - Pre-Medicated Murder Lyrics
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More times than five
I've been right here by your side
Still Wondering....Where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle
Don't want to be 'round
When you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life
When "how you live, is how you die"
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine
But lived the next day...and put the Malice away
That's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
turned to gray, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space.
A bed of roses, the thorns are placed
No more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, a memory.
I've been right here by your side
Still Wondering....Where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle
Don't want to be 'round
When you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life
When "how you live, is how you die"
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine
But lived the next day...and put the Malice away
That's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
turned to gray, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space.
A bed of roses, the thorns are placed
No more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, a memory.