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Friday, March 30, 2007
I like Kacy Crowley
He was too deep for his own good
He was the kind of person that nobody understood
I said, I love you
More than you love me
But I meant something
Entirely ugly
One year it rained on Christmas
He said, Let's just pretend we're in Paris
But I wasn't having it
No, I was killing it
I think his soul is so out of training
And, oh, his blood rushed somewhere silent
And, oh, his words just disappeared
He was fragile
And sometimes I like that
I've got his blood on my hands
And I've tried
It was the year that my horse broke
It was the year that I almost lost everything
I pushed him away
Only for my freedom
It tasted like salt
Like salt on my skin
And I...
Oh, his blood rushed somewhere silent
And, oh, his words just disappeared
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I've got his blood on my hands
And I've tried
I can't make what's wrong
Right again
But I can shine it up bright again
Just when you think you're forgiven
There's no material left for confession
You'll be standing there
Sorry
Unworthy
Look closer
Guilty and bloody and...
Oh, his blood rushed somewhere silent
And, oh, his words just disappeared
He was fragile
And sometimes I like that
I've got his blood on my hands
And my hands
Oh, his blood rushed somewhere silent
And, oh, his words just disappeared
He was fragile and sometimes I like that
I've got his blood on my hands and my hands
I've got his
Blood on my hands
I've got his blood on my hands
And I've tried
Blood - Kacy Crowley
This song reminds me of my relationship with Paul sometimes because there have been oh so many times when I've said things I completely regret later. And he always understands and always sticks with me in spite of myself. Which is why I'm marrying him. (And also, trying not to be such a jerk). Labels: The Hubs
wingless was still breathing at 4:37 PM
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