Friday, February 19, 2010

i ache

don't know if i'll make it through this winter without you by my side
i waited for you so long while i traveled far and wide
convinced myself there's no one better, so how can i deny
your love, it's like a thorn into my side

my friends they understand me better but don't whisper goodnight
i want a lover and a sister, but we know that's not right
you used to listen to my music, i always wondered why
i wish i could pretend you make me try

i want the days to come, i want these sleepless nights to end
i lie here thinking how i lost you to all your stupid friends
you made me feel so foolish for the twenty-second time
your love might be the last time that i try

don't know if i'll make it through this winter without you on my own
i waited here for you forever, i can't believe you'd go
i may not have the answers, but i'd rather never know
your love was such a heavy, heavy blow

goodnight my love, you seemed so nice 'til i knew you better
now i can tell you're always thinking twice about what might be better
on the outside, there's no conscience, you're a victim of your cautiousness
you don't try, you just lie there hoping that someone will come to make it right


winter - the dodos


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"every day is exactly the same"

i believe i can see the future
cause i repeat the same routine
i think i used to have a purpose
but then again
that might have been a dream
i think i used to have a voice
now i never make a sound
i just do what i've been told
i really don't want them to come around

oh, no

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i can feel their eyes are watching
in case i lose myself again
sometimes i think i'm happy here
sometimes, yet i still pretend
i can't remember how this got started
but i can tell you exactly how it will end

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i'm writing on a little piece of paper
i'm hoping someday you might find
well i'll hide it behind something
they won't look behind
i'm still inside here
a little bit comes bleeding through
i wish this could have been any other way
but i just don't know, i don't know what else i can do

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same


every day is exactly the same - nin