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Last Night We Died

from Glass Bones, Paper Skin by The Concrete Summer

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lyrics

I woke up in a new bed today,
And when I saw that you weren't there,
I gave up hope on everything.

I got up and wrapped myself up in the cold,
I stared out of my window and painted pictures in my head.

The scent of my bed ain't the same without you,
And I can't even recognize the smell of my own home.

Jump,
My feet are screaming
Jump.
You know that you can do it,
And this will all be over.
My eyes roll into the back of my head
As I try to fight the sensation.
I know what I want,
And I know what is best,
And, sadly, they do not coincide.
I know why I'm here,
Though I wish that I weren't
And it's eating at my last will.

Last night, we died
And buried ourselves beneath the tree,
Except you weren't there,
It was only me
And though it wasn't death,
I prayed to God it could be,
But if God answered prayers,
Who knows where I would be.

I've reached critical mass
From these constant attacks
From my lousy grey mass
Sending shocks down my back
And my spine, how it shatters,
It cracks and it creaks
And my brain, how it spatters,
It spills and it leaks.

If we can't control death,
How can we control our lives?
And if we're the image of God,
Why are there limits to our minds?
Buried beneath the tree,
I beg and plead release from hell
As if heaven ever existed,
I know God would never tell.

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from Glass Bones, Paper Skin, released July 19, 2012

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