DESCRIPTION
The follow up to --This is your Heart On Abby-- which was about love, lost, and hope. This collection of lyrics is more so about lust, pain, and above all spite.
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It's Either Love....Or Smallpox Matt R Kellaher
Prologue
Love is a females explanation for lust.
They'll love you and leave you, much like us guys do.
And the flame in your heart is only to burn it to dust.
Our only hope is to break them first,
its an age-old story with only one ending.
And it all started when that bitch took a bite outa that damn apple.
Mid-night Snack
Burning out like a cigarette,
the flames in my heart of past regrets.
You're my new favorite past-time and I don't even have to move.
I hope you're keeping in mind I'm not in love with you.
--Read these lines and learn the truth,
you're just my late night something to do.
A midnight snack never felt so good, so good, as the way you move.--
Wishful thinking and hardcore drinking only leads to girls like you.
The key to my heart, the giration of your hips.
A carousele of tension released with finger tips.
I love you, or at least thats what I said.
I'm deeper under your skin than love has ever been.
--Read these lines and learn the truth,
you're just my late night something to do.
A midnight snack never felt so good, so good, as the way you move.--
You're dancing for the devil and you don't even know it.
Keep your head in the game, if you love me don't show it.
Read these lines and learn the truth
(I keep my heart in tune with a pen)
You're just my late-night something to do
(verbal assault is my best friend).
A midnight snack never felt so good, so good, so good as the way you move.
Lying is just a figure of speech
(You said you were 18, she said she was 18)
Thats what I'll say
(Its only illegal if you go all the way).
It's either Love....Or Smallpox
Hey girl, you were born to dance....in the flames of this city.
You'll both soon lie in ruin and look just as pretty.
You're so fucking hopeless, and I hope that you know this.
I'm litting a match on my way out, empty the rum, and burn you both down.
Futue te ipsum, who's laughing now.
--The boose on my breath and the smoke in my chest are only just symptoms of you.
The drunk man's words are the sober man's thoughts,
and friends are just enemies with much more to loose.--
I'm so miserable without you....it's almost like having you here.
Love, like this town, is a slow moving poison and you're nothing more than a sheep dressed in wolf-skin.
You are what you are, and you're nothing at all. I'm only still here to make damn sure you fall.
--The boose on my breath and the smoke in my chest are only just symptoms of you.
The drunk man's words are the sober man's thoughts,
and friends are just enemies with much more to loose.--
I'll leave you one more note, etched in stone, from the rubble of this city that made you its own.
Names and hearts should be handled with care, both can be broken, but only hearts can be repaired.
I'll give you something to Drink about
Don't let this go to your head. This is as much a gift as a razor is to a suicidal.
Don't think: you win, your fate's decided by my hand and written with this pen.
After all that we had, and what you just said,
well I guess I was wrong; it was all in my head. Call it what you will, if nothing was true.
That's how you think of me, well this is how I think of you.
We were never friends, eat these words that you've washed from your hands.
We were never friends and thats how it still stands.
Open wounds can only bleed so long, still won't admit you were wrong.
I can fall and let my heart spill out, and let my ghosts be read.
I've got nothing left to fear, you can't kill whats already dead.
So go ahead and break my name, as if my heart wasn't enough.
You try so hard to hold your own, but kid you're not that tough.
In the bright light of the end, your eyes don't seem to sparkle now,
and I don't see how, I ever wished to lose myself in them.
Any last words, or bagagge to unpack. A lovers quarrel has gone too far, when there's a dagger in your back.
And if you were to fall apart, I'd come to catch you and mend your heart.
After what I've been through, I'd still catch you. I'd still catch you.
Well if that's not love....
Listen to the tears in my voice, and your fatal choice, of assuming that its over.
It's not over....
'til I say, when ash from burnt down hearts, and hell's trumpets play.
Its the things that people fear to say, that they love to read and I could write all day.
Reprobated Beauty Queen
With no more to hold, and nothing to lose,
I'm always forgetting that I've lost you.
--Can't keep a hold on myself, can't keep hold of anyone else.
I'm losing my grip, and I've let it all slip. I'm losing touch, and I've lost so much.
And I can't, can't, can't keep hold of you--
With no more to hold, and no more to lose, I'm always forgetting that I never had you.
And would you save me, from a world thats so, so, so fucking mean.
I know you can here me, In fact I'm sure of it.
I don't know where we're going, but thats the beauty of it.
--Can't keep a hold on myself, can't keep hold of anyone else.
I'm losing my grip, and I've let it all slip. I'm losing touch, and I've lost so much.
And I can't, can't, can't keep hold of you--
My sympathy for you left when you walked away.
You're getting harder to keep down, and harder to break.
I'm in denial, of a long-shot that'll never go through.
Been in denial for awhile cause I'm supposed to be over you.
(But I'm just over myself, being over myself)
We're the most vunerable when we've just told the truth.
I think I almost loved you.
(I think I almost loved you)
You'd kill me in a second, if not for something else.
You're a marter in your own right, you'd die for yourself.
--Can't keep a hold on myself, can't keep hold of anyone else.
I'm losing my grip, and I've let it all slip. I'm losing touch, and I've lost so much.
And I've lost so much.
And I've lost so much.
And I can't keep losing, because I've lost so much. And I've got nothing left to lose, cause I've lost so much.
Epilogue
After writing about you, and draining my,(dare I say It),
Heart of you, well....nothing else seems important.
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