and the boy with the lip ring
from what i've seen the sweetest thing
laying on the hood of my car
swimming through that burning star
a rehashed song about dead music
can over flow a heart get eyes sick
these last few moments fleeting
happenstance forced retreating
not even the heat of the summer asphalt
burns as well as flowing water and salt

i cannot stand
take my hand
i cannot mend
this split end

and the boy with the red hair
on the edge of going spare
waits inside a dead home
to take a glass overflowing with foam
a song about mario brothers
made us perfect lovers
no words to share tonight
my heart has taken fight
not even the falling of browned leaves
can fill my empty eves

i cannot stand
take my hand
i cannot mend
this split end

and both are sharing one couch
fighting for the role of grouch
and what is there to say
to make it all okay?
pour the glasses to the lips
drink in violent sips
comatose inside the tv
spiteful hateful and leery
history verses desire
earth and air or fire

the choice is simple, but i am far to fickle
each surpasses specific standards, hazards or bastards
how can i choose, either way i lose

i cannot stand
take my hand
i cannot mend
this split end

how can i choose, either way i lose