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MATT NATHANSON >> Merchandise Links
MATT NATHANSON
How ironic it all seems because I remember you telling me about other lovers running out of words to say to each other and how beautiful you thought it was and I agreed that would never happen to you and me so here we sit in silence, searching our heads for common ground we've rehashed the past and beaten it down left us with nothing, no present, no future I still read your letter and all that evil makes me sick But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusion that I have lived I was the one that pushed you off the pedestal I put you on And with my arms still outstretched I watched you fall And break apart like glass on the highway I realized my mistake a bit too late Because I'd never risk picking up the pieces, Jesus look at them all I'd never risk picking up all those goddamn pieces because I lose control at the sight of my own blood I still read your letter, and all that bullshit makes me sick But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusion that I have lived
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