I used to Have a Heart
Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 1:11 am
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks, now it’s shitty,
Shoddy, cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul
And the words you said, still ringing in my head
Wonder where the love they stole is hiding
All I want to do is be mended by you. I don’t want to be confused
I just want to find you. All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill
Underwhelmed and unfulfilled
They’re in denial of the knowledge that they’re living in a lame excuse
They’re in denial of the fat they’re fed. It’s like they’re gorging on the truth
I was in denial of the knowledge that I was living in an empty life
I was in denial of what you are to me: my heart, my love, my guide
It’s not alright with me, the love I lack. I need, I want you back
The circle torn apart. I used to have a heart
I used to know a girl with the deepest trust that a man could ever know
I broke her neck with the lack of respect
That I learned as an embryo on the west coast
Where the dead paint Hollywood red
The façade is well-fed with the blood of the Capulets
Spread like jelly on bread across the doors of the first-borns
Weaned from birth on meds
All I want to say is this could be okay. I don’t want to be a slave
I just want to spend my days wandering through the haze
Your voice to lead the way. I can finally go and say:
There you are in front of me, luminescent as you used to be
Just sing the saddest song for me
Revive me
Shoddy, cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul
And the words you said, still ringing in my head
Wonder where the love they stole is hiding
All I want to do is be mended by you. I don’t want to be confused
I just want to find you. All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill
Underwhelmed and unfulfilled
They’re in denial of the knowledge that they’re living in a lame excuse
They’re in denial of the fat they’re fed. It’s like they’re gorging on the truth
I was in denial of the knowledge that I was living in an empty life
I was in denial of what you are to me: my heart, my love, my guide
It’s not alright with me, the love I lack. I need, I want you back
The circle torn apart. I used to have a heart
I used to know a girl with the deepest trust that a man could ever know
I broke her neck with the lack of respect
That I learned as an embryo on the west coast
Where the dead paint Hollywood red
The façade is well-fed with the blood of the Capulets
Spread like jelly on bread across the doors of the first-borns
Weaned from birth on meds
All I want to say is this could be okay. I don’t want to be a slave
I just want to spend my days wandering through the haze
Your voice to lead the way. I can finally go and say:
There you are in front of me, luminescent as you used to be
Just sing the saddest song for me
Revive me