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@mods: sorry about the last title, guess it just slipped my mind


But dreams are hung with piano wire
And hearts are impaled by desire
And shrapnel hugs can only get so much

Now it’s safe; the glass is broken
All that’s left; our romance’s token
But some men still haven’t felt your touch

(chorus)
So make up a story
So break up your heart
Pretend to be of age
And he will play his part

My bed won’t be empty
The bottle will keep it full
And as the night passes
I just try to stay cool
(/chorus)

The lights aren’t coming back on
And you’re still out well past dawn
But I can’t wake up, and I can’t sleep

The bed is freezing where it once lay warm
And there’s not a man to calm your storm
The fall from the churches spire is steep

Now the headphones batteries die
I wish I could make myself cry
but I’ve bled enough tears
and all you do is deny

(chorus)
So make up a story
So break up your heart
Pretend to be of age
And he will play his part

My bed won’t be empty
The bottle will keep it full
And as the night passes
I just try to stay cool
(/chorus)


(bridge)
So ask St. Mary
What the hell should we do?
Confessed into submission
Thank god that it’s through
(/bridge)

And the crucifix broke
And the clergy went home
And the catholic priest
Left little boys alone

But it in the dark
We say what’s true
The men can’t hide it
Its hurting you
"I is another." - Rimbaud