Post by Laura on Dec 20, 2005 20:15:27 GMT -6
a/n: Scarlit is meant to be spelt like that. See if you can see why.
Scarlit Sundays
I clutched my hand
fighting with my fingers
and my legs bouncing underneath me
pray you won't find me here
hoping you won't find me praying here
"you believe what I tell you to believe"
left me battered
Sunday wasn't always great
wishing hands aren't meant to hold
break through these stained glass windows
I'll jump, yes, I'll jump to death.
I don't want to hear those organs
don't look at me, I think
I'm here inside this structure
I don't believe
I refuse to be like you
and I won't take this punishment forever
kneel down
I'll kneel down inside this closet
and I'll draw a circle with my fingertips
they're drenched with molasses and
I can't dance anymore
"dancing's for the devil"
everything you ever said has stuck with me
and I can't seem to let those words go.
I'll wait here until the roof caves in
watermarks on the ceilings
watermarks around my eyes
they're circling inside and all the pretty colours
watch my green eyes turn grey
'cause I'll jump, yes, I'll jump to death.
and here
oh god I'm here again
swimming in this cut open valley
my eyes open like a wound
bleeding tears streaming down and
I will flood this valley way
and drown in it
yes, I'll drown to get away from you.
but I'll change and
nothing you can say from now
nothing you say will mould me
not like back then
you can say all your
"you must believe" and those
"filthy filthy women with their childbearing ways
not marrying and that blood, yes, that blood
coming out of your body
god that blood is the root -
the root of all evil"
yes you can say it but
all you can say -- all you will say
will just dissipate and
I'll flee from this insanity.
Scarlit Sundays
I clutched my hand
fighting with my fingers
and my legs bouncing underneath me
pray you won't find me here
hoping you won't find me praying here
"you believe what I tell you to believe"
left me battered
Sunday wasn't always great
wishing hands aren't meant to hold
break through these stained glass windows
I'll jump, yes, I'll jump to death.
I don't want to hear those organs
don't look at me, I think
I'm here inside this structure
I don't believe
I refuse to be like you
and I won't take this punishment forever
kneel down
I'll kneel down inside this closet
and I'll draw a circle with my fingertips
they're drenched with molasses and
I can't dance anymore
"dancing's for the devil"
everything you ever said has stuck with me
and I can't seem to let those words go.
I'll wait here until the roof caves in
watermarks on the ceilings
watermarks around my eyes
they're circling inside and all the pretty colours
watch my green eyes turn grey
'cause I'll jump, yes, I'll jump to death.
and here
oh god I'm here again
swimming in this cut open valley
my eyes open like a wound
bleeding tears streaming down and
I will flood this valley way
and drown in it
yes, I'll drown to get away from you.
but I'll change and
nothing you can say from now
nothing you say will mould me
not like back then
you can say all your
"you must believe" and those
"filthy filthy women with their childbearing ways
not marrying and that blood, yes, that blood
coming out of your body
god that blood is the root -
the root of all evil"
yes you can say it but
all you can say -- all you will say
will just dissipate and
I'll flee from this insanity.