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Nothing Since (Dark Session)
by Cleanrisk
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I hope you know by now
December's hooks have got us by the throat
And the sound
Of the engine running idle
As we both look down
Corrupts the dreams that I dream
And I wake up sick again
The same sick I felt then
Outside your stepdad's house
Where the wilderness beset the walkway
Still are the sounds
Of violent scenes through window screens
I hear them now
What colors will I bleed till I'm complete again
Today was faded red
So tell me, tell me
Why don't you love me
I'm not a ghost anymore
Tell me, tell me
Why don't you trust me
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
'Cause nothing sticks
When those afternoons are long gone
Of sitting in the clearing
Letting time drift on
Of drivint fast down Northgate
While you knew all along
I'd face it alone with a dial tone
In my childhood room
And it would all be over soon
My Grandpa died in the night
While I was outside, busy flying
Nylon kites
With tattered seams and selfish dreams
And no goodbyes
The sound of post-ignition
Is still my curse
But the quiet before is worse
So tell me, tell me
Why don't you love me
I'm not a ghost anymore
Tell me, tell me
Why don't you trust me
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
When nothing sticks
When I know
That we might never speak again
And it might break us
And we might wait to see
Where all this guilt will take us
It's in His hands
The future we built
To forsake us
So smile now while it is easiest
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
'Cause nothing sticks
I hope you know by now
December's hooks have got us by the throat
And the sound
Of the engine running idle
As we both look down
Corrupts the dreams that I dream
And I wake up sick again
The same sick I felt then
Outside your stepdad's house
Where the wilderness beset the walkway
Still are the sounds
Of violent scenes through window screens
I hear them now
What colors will I bleed till I'm complete again
Today was faded red
So tell me, tell me
Why don't you love me
I'm not a ghost anymore
Tell me, tell me
Why don't you trust me
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
'Cause nothing sticks
When those afternoons are long gone
Of sitting in the clearing
Letting time drift on
Of drivint fast down Northgate
While you knew all along
I'd face it alone with a dial tone
In my childhood room
And it would all be over soon
My Grandpa died in the night
While I was outside, busy flying
Nylon kites
With tattered seams and selfish dreams
And no goodbyes
The sound of post-ignition
Is still my curse
But the quiet before is worse
So tell me, tell me
Why don't you love me
I'm not a ghost anymore
Tell me, tell me
Why don't you trust me
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
When nothing sticks
When I know
That we might never speak again
And it might break us
And we might wait to see
Where all this guilt will take us
It's in His hands
The future we built
To forsake us
So smile now while it is easiest
The one thing I feel
Is that nothing since has felt as real
As your concrete kiss
And what it revealed
Shit, I get so sick
Of trying to heal
'Cause nothing sticks
