I'm Actual Songtext

and talk about me

and my hatred for corporate magazines

you know they don't speak to me

The irony is they won't speak with me



I placed you on a windowsill

Cut notches up and down the dorr

My surprise, I woke up one morn

In our bed

In your place
Lay a note

It read:

Baby your love

it just ain't good enough

I found sunlight six hours away

You watered me down 'til I drifted abound

Somewhere far from your shade



Now I shadow my former self

Once holy,now lonely

A chest full of holes

Red was, it paints me unclear

when the big hand strikes twelve

I disappear



and the angels are fake

They'll lie to your face

Anything to keep you away

You watered me down 'til

I drifted abound



It's time I accept the fact

that you on your back

It has buried the past