wave of mutilation.

i hear your not doing well and i yearn for you

listening to chelsea hotel #2 feels like for the last time

i'm ready to put this year to bed

it's to perfect for you, my lover of lovers

to move into that bare and empty room

stains on the carpet and the hallway always smells like cooking

i never once heard you say

i need you

i don't need you

i need you

i don't you

you hold on, so tightly

fingers barely touching

and sometimes i almost love you

yearning for him, my poor drunk cowboy

lost out at sea

but he isn't the one that got away

i'm just, worried underneath it all

i'd never say i love you

but the fear of your hatred is growing inside me

it'll all come to close at the same time

starting over in the same place as where i left

i just press the repeat button

go on gaining weight, losing weight

the moon wanes and waxes

what's missing?

is it something i lost or something your missing

sometimes you love me so much

i feel like i'm drowning in your sea of emotion

are we all one big cliché?

am i?

lets go stay in the tower of song for the weekend

and i'll listen to the stranger song back to back with remembering you well

in the chelsea hotel

soon a faded memory, with you locked up inside it

blood on the sink

this isn't about you

let your angry subside

all that fire is gonna burn you up boy

'it keeps me warm'

when he speaks like this you don't know what he's after.

let go and accept it

i was always afraid of drowning

see you soon jeffy boy

*waves*