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Silentium Amoris

Until The Day I Die.

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

We’ll make the same mistakes
I’ll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
‘Cause I know I still do

Until the day I die
I’ll spill my heart for you

Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt?
We’ll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do

Story Of The Year – Until The Day I Die

Fire & The Flood.

I been getting used to waking up with you
I been getting used to waking up here
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are
There you are

You’re the fire and the flood
And I’ll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head’s resting next to mine
Next to mine
You’re the fire and the flood

Since we met I feel a lightness in my step
You’re miles away but I still feel you
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are
Late at night when you can’t fall asleep
I’ll be lying right beside you counting sheep
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are

Vance Joy – Fire & The Flood

Lyrics

Cobwebs & Courage.

Don’t let me be.
Don’t let me be alone.

Crimson clouds fill the sky,
Rolling in monstrous and behemoth-like over this town.
It’s painting us red, it’s painting us…It’s painting…

Did you get the message? Did you understand?
Can you comprehend what was planned?
For us.

Are you terrified? Are you anxious?
This temperature drops and I don’t think I can stop it.
But just
Live for the moment and close your eyes,
Close your mind and just go.

Trust me, I’m trying to slow this plague,
It’s inevitable.
It’ll eat us alive, it’ll eat us…it’ll eat…

Clear the cobwebs from your mind, shake out the spiders,
Please stay alive a little longer, lovely…
I’ll hold on ’til then.
Paint us red.
Paint us…

Migraine.

 Am I the only one I know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I’m alone.

     I’ve got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways. Thank God it’s Friday, ’cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ’cause Sundays are my suicide days. I don’t know why they always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle, whether it’s the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. Let it be said what the headache represents; It’s me defending in suspense, it’s me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner that’s represented best by my depressing thoughts. I do not have writer’s block, my writer just hates the clock. It will not let me sleep, I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead, and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

     I am not as fine as I seem. Pardon me for yelling, I’m telling you green gardens are not what’s growing in my psyche. It’s a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees. Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you won’t forget. It’s all about my forehead, and how it is a door that holds back contents that make Pandora’s Box’s contents look nonviolent. Behind my eyelids are islands of violence. My mind’s shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find. I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions. They’re trying to eat me, blood running down their chin, and I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find, ’cause sometimes to stay alive you’ve got to kill your mind.

     And I will say that we should take a day to break away from all the pain our brain has made.
The game is not played alone, and I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

21 Pilots – Migraine

This is not a suicide letter, 

I just want to get a real close look at death,

Touch his matted hair as I pass him by.

-William Control

With Ears To See & Eyes To Hear.

True friends lie underneath,
The witty words I don’t believe,
I can’t believe a damn thing they say anymore.

Lie, lie, liar.
Liar, you’ll pay for your sins.

Lie, lie, liar.
Liar, you’ll pay for your sins.

So tell me how does it feel,
How does it feel to be like you?
I think your mouth should be quiet
‘Cause it never tells the truth now.
So tell me, so tell me why,
Why does it have to be this way?
Why can’t things ever change?

I’m falling over and over again
From all the words that you have said
It’s written on my heart for everyone to see

From the place I was, to the place I am, to the place I want to be
From the mountains I’ve been climbing over and under and over

So come down now, come down from your tower now,
Come down now from your tower, oh…

Sleeping With Sirens

Red, Like Roses.

Each night i close my eyes and wonder what will come of me in days to follow.
I lay awake and after countless hours, i just can’t think straight.
Turn in, fade, pass out.

Yet, in this simple way, we offer to destroy all we can’t figure out in our simple lives, unconscious.
We employ our skills from underground to seek what we’ve never seen, to explore deep inside.
The mornings greet me with grey days and tear-stained windowsills and pillowcases.
I get dressed and go to work.
Bloody noses, red like roses, pose as sanctuary when i just need a minute to myself
and in this simple way, we offer to destroy all we can’t figure out in our simple lives,
unconscious.
We employ our skills from underground to seek what we’ve never seen, to find, where we never knew, to explore deep inside.
Kill me, won’t you kill me, kill me, let me sleep again.
Kill me, don’t relate your memories, kill me, kill me, won’t you.
To see what we’ve never seen, to find where we never knew to go, where we never dared to explore, deep…

The Velvet Teen – Red, Like Roses

Don’t You Ever Forget About Me.

The hardest thing I’d ever do
Is say goodbye and walk slowly away from you
But I’ll do it
And after all this time I shared with you
It seems unfair to leave with nothing more than blank stares
But I’ll do it
If it’s for the best then I wish you well
If it helps to say our life was a living hell
Well then do it
Then do it
Then do it

Don’t you ever forget about me
When you toss and turn in your sleep
I hope it’s because you can’t stop thinking about
The reasons why you close your eyes
I haunt your dreams at night
So you can’t stop thinking about me
Don’t stop thinking about me

Do you really think you could see this through
Put on a smile and wear it for someone new
Don’t you do it
‘Cause I know I’m not the easiest one to love
But every ounce I have
I invest in you
But no one said love’s not for taking chances

Will you take me back in the morning
If I promise to never act this way again
‘Cause I’m so bad at being lonely
But I don’t know how

Don’t stop thinking about me
Just close your eyes
And fall asleep tonight
-Sleeping With Sirens

Hallelujah.

I love the things you hate about yourself
Just finished a daydream
Who were you tryna be?

Then the time for being sad is over
And you miss ’em like you miss no other
And being blue is better than being over it 

No one wants you when you have no heart and
I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars and
You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again

Panic! At The Disco – Hallelujah

Caraphernelia.

Sunshine, there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.
But, there’s just something about
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you’re done and,
You’ve decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it’s beating for you anyway.

So, what if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don’t even want to?

Just give her back to me.
You know I can’t afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can’t forget you?
I’d better learn to live alone.

What’s so good about picking up the pieces?

Caraphernelia – Pierce The Veil

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