death cab for cutie- tiny vessels
12/13/2003 12:31 a.m.
this is the moment that you know that you told her that you love her, but you dont. touch her skin, and then you think that 'she is beautiful, but she dont mean a thing to me'.
i spent two weeks at silver lake- the california sun cascading down my face. there was a girl with light brown streaks- yeah, she was beautiful, but she didnt mean a thing to me.
i wanted to believe that all the words that i was speaking as we moved to together in the dark, all the friends that i was telling and all the playful misspellings- and every bit i gave you left a mark. and tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didnt want to fade- but they did, and so did i that day.
all i see are dark grey clouds in the distance, moving closer with every hour. So when you ask "was something wrong", that i think "you're damn right there is, but we cant talk about it now." so one last touch, and then you'll go- and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. but it was vile, and it was cheap- and you are beautiful, but you dont mean a thing to me.
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i've fallen in love with this song, and the album it's on (transatlanticism), it's beautiful. highly reccomended.
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I am listening to death cab for cutie- transatlanticism