Broken from Breaking by Cold Wrecks

It’s a tragedy, they say
That memories decay
But I remember remembering pain
And disappearing seems okay

November’s passing by
And for once I haven’t cried
But I can never shake the images
That reside on the backs of my eyelids

And I, I was weightless
And the saddest thing I’ve ever seen
Was you crying alone on the doorstep
And begging me to say

That this was just a bad, bad dream
This was just a sick, sick joke
But it was just a cold, cold night
And you were broken

It was five years to the day
And I remember that look in your eyes
And we didn’t feel okay
We watched balloons rising up to the sky

And I never keep in touch
I just get bummed out in my room
This silence is a crutch
And I won’t be seeing you soon

And they, they were weightless
And I wished they could carry us with them
And I wonder if you were waiting
For anyone to say

That this was just a bad, bad dream
This was just a sick, sick joke
But it was just a cold, cold night
And you were broken

And this disease is the only thing that’s keeping me alive
But I’ve been living here alone with it for too much time
So please, please, please distract me

• Punk
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