She was in love with him but he was in love with her
And even though she knew, what would eventually occur
Was nothing less than disastrous; hazardous rather than passionate
Passing the blame forward and backstabbing's more accurate
Healthy relations; situation's a mess
I guess it's modern infatuation, a fascination with stress
Lack of communication except for the daily threats
Abrasive imaginations; amalgamation of sex
Drugs and all else in between, it seemed though she would scream
Repeatedly to no avail, nearly nightly, hope had sailed
Colder growing older, rolling over showing shoulders
Hail Mary full of secrets she keeps in a holy grail
Concealed inside a wall she built to deny it all
From pills and a mind filled with guilt and misguided fault
The situation never bettered, instead it would only worsen
Learned this when not even her overdose could overturn him
Sleep tight, baby, and maybe tonight'll seem like
Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites
In the meantime, pray for salvation and basically a
Mind at ease; by degrees, brighter dreams while you sleep
I hope you sleep tight, baby, and maybe tonight'll seem like
Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites
In the meantime, pray for salvation and basically a
Mind at ease; by degrees, brighter dreams while you sleep
He was in love with her but she was in love with him
Yet he and her together never ever could have been
Anything more than a mere passing fling; guaranteed, what they had
Wasn't as real as the way she made him feel, that was fact
And if she didn't understand this yet, he knew she'd soon, and that was it
The match was met; no time for looking back at past regrets
Can't accept the truth of a future that lacked compassionate
Feelings which were mutual; seemingly, this was suitable
However, underneath it all, lethal; as he grew futile
And increasingly aware that his thoughts were awfully unusual
She was far too beautiful, he had to seek secluded views
And watch her every instance of existence from a distance
Though abstruse, he knew the tune too well, in tune with truth but tuned
To self-deception; no questions, integrity--more or less--is
All subjective; not to mention unnecessary to reference
Intent to win her affection, he didn't, but may in death; professing
Sleep tight, baby, and maybe tonight'll seem like
Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites
In the meantime, pray for salvation and basically a
Mind at ease; by degrees, brighter dreams while you sleep
I hope you sleep tight, baby, and maybe tonight'll seem like
Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites
In the meantime, pray for salvation and basically a
Mind at ease; by degrees, brighter dreams while you sleep