The Receiving End Of Sirens - Shirtsleeves lyrics

rate me

words fail her why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says, "please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . . . there will be time for shouting matches." so he writes - last option. keeps him cornered in. the need for more stays pressing, but he can't force the pen. for every blot of ink a word is lost. . .pierced skin/new melody and if these lines stay blank. . . they'll lead to no where. she starves for attention. he has hungry mouths to feed. dietary habits seen [to her] as born of apathy. she starves for attention. he has hungry mouths to feed. emaciated, both will dream of times they felt less empty. under his breath: "like guests and presidents, his words were not welcome where they could not stay." their arguments plotted concentric circles ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage. he starves for attention. she has hungry mouths to feed. dietary habits seen [to him] as born of apathy. he starves for attention. she has hungry mouths to feed. emaciated, both will dream of times they felt less empty. i need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves. I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breath. two-four.two-four. i can't breathe. two-four two-four. (i cannot breathe.) she starves for attention. he has hungry mouths to feed. dietary habits seen [to her] as born of apathy. she starves for attention. he has hungry mouths to feed. emaciated, both will dream of times they felt less empty.