Pillow Talk

I’m finished plotting meaningless schemes, sitting in this house of broken dreams. Which seems to be my endless theme. With no more hope not even a Gleam. The only thing left to do now is scream.

I don’t want to be a cynic

But there’s no other way to spin it.

I’m closing off my heart.

Shutting things down before they even start.

I’m finished plotting meaningless schemes, sitting in this house of broken dreams, that seems to be my endless theme. With no more hope not even the smallest Gleam. The only thing left to do now is simply scream.

Friends invite me out, but I make excuses.

I’ll just tell them I needed the extra snoozes.

Still beats lying bout the bruises.

I’m finished plotting meaningless schemes, sitting in this house of broken dreams, that seems to be my endless theme. With no more hope not the tiniest gleam. The only thing left to do now is fucking scream.

So in this house of lies and deceit, not one promised did you ever keep.

With our vows that we each had spoke, on your own words I hope you’ve choked.

Leaving me, broken and crumbled, but I sure did get humbled.

With our vows that we each had spoke, on your own words I hope you choke!

Left me, shattered and crumbled.

But my God, It made me humble.

(Made me humble).

I just wanna be held.

Instead to my pillows, I will dwell.

God knows they’ll never put me through hell.

Instead to my pillows, I will dwell.

They’ll never put me through hell.

I’m finished plotting meaningless schemes, sitting in this house of broken dreams, that seems to be my endless theme. With no more hope not even a Gleam. The only thing left to do now is scream.

With no more hope not even a micro Gleam. The only thing left to do now is simply scream.

The only thing left to do now is fucking scream.