Bright Knives, Big City

A song i wrote from the eyes of someone viewing a breakup.

 

Im looking up from this dyed cotton bed of lies.

I look into darkness of the cold city night.

He sits on the corner

Looks at his watch and sighs

 

We don’t have to pretend

Not anymore.

We don’t have to deny

The past.

 

This house was built on lies.

His back’s full of scars from so many knives

He cringes in pain

And screams from his eyes.

 

We don’t have to pretend

Not anymore

We don’t have to deny

The past

 

And he would be broken hearted

If he, could still breath through the agony.

 

 

Look at this scene

The snow is falling

And with every heavy footstep

He halfheartedly makes.

He’s gonna fight the venom

Oh he’s going to escape!

Broken hearted,

Fingers clenched into fists

Your taste lingers on his lips

From that last fragile kiss

He screams..

 

We don’t have to pretend

Not anymore

We don’t have to deny

The facts

I’ll tear down this house

Of hatred now

Throw these lies to the side

Lay down on this bed of emptiness

And close my eyes!

 

 

 

Author's Note

Wheee i love writing songs