Saturday, March 8, 2008

Bruises

"Turn off the lights
so you can't see my eyes
My fingers are crossed
While I promise the world to you"
And I feel like I'm walking on air
believing the lies when I thought that you cared


In your own pictures
Your smile's a conviction
In which you're the victim
Of love you can't give to me
And you chase all the things you can't have
And I am a diamond squeezed tight in your hand

I'm losing my head
You laughed instead

I can tell that I'm falling in love with you
... the bruises prove it's real.

- Sugarcult

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