An attempt at Christina Perri’s Arms. I could never match the beauty of that woman’s voice, but I was in the mood to play tonight.
Who knows how long I’ll let the internet have this, so enjoy it while it’s here.
I’m about to explode. I’m a mess, I’m a wreck. I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings, ‘cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
my grandma’s clock keeps ticking
and i know that all my chips are in
but i’ve got two three four five eight
and nowhere else to bluff ‘em.
you’re leaving me again
it’s the same sob story it always is.
i was just always one rose too short
a dinner check, you broke my heart
these healthy bars
i shove down my throat
scratchy bread, and commercial springs
to try to tone my soul for you
they never were enough
let’s go get lost
in a maze of wheat
our feet beneath the sand
and when you’re gone
no i won’t weep,
i’ll jump and cry instead
the bitch is gone
she’s really gone
the wicked bitch is dead
but so’s my heart
so here we start
the vicious cycle again