Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash

I am such a sucker
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper,
I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets

 

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars,
That everything I wish for will never come true

 

When you go, I will forget everything about you
When you go, I will forget everything about you

 

I have seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

 

Turn this up I'll tune you out
Another night alone in the city, yeah
Fake it like you matter-that's a lie we can both keep, ohh

 

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars,
That everything I wish for will never come true

 

When you go, I will forget everything about you
When you go, I will forget everything about you

 

I will forget (when you go)
I will forget everything about you (when you go)
I will forget everything about you

 

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars,
That everything I wish for will never come true

 

I am always amazed at these words and badly I never got a chance to tune to. Whatever I face does not matter nor do the forgotton lady or the crashing of a plane... all that exist is mere fanatic metaphysical theories propounded to hallucinate those so called busy minds. Yes, I agree hectic are days when we call them so ourselves and what else if we realise them to our need and passions.

 

But as these lyrics go, I will never be able to forgot YOU and lucky stars count nothing when the sun is shaded. Finally no dreams, wrt me, are nightmere no onward because I am s shinking ship trying from an end to floar a part.

 

Life's waiting. Chao...