I liked having hurt,
So send the pain below where I need it,
You used to beg me to take care of things,
And smile at the thought of me failing.
But long before, having hurt,
I'd send the pain below,
I'd send the pain below.
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
You used to run me away,
All while laughing.
Then cry about that fact,
'til I returned.
But long before, having hurt,
I'd send the pain below,
I'd send the pain below.
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating.
I can't feel my chest,
Need more, drop down,
Closing in.
I can't feel my chest,
Drop down.
I liked, having hurt.
So send the pain below,
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating) [I liked]
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating) [Having hurt]
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating)
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating)
So send the pain below.
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Hey, did you see the recent episode of Design Reload when the guy who's basement they remodeled was a former road manager for Chevelle? It was pretty cool.
Are you ok?
Frustrated - yup.
Dis - why shocked?
Scott - nope, didn't see it.
Dem - yeah.
Dem - yeah, I really am o.k. I tend to be drawn to writings like this though. Weird I know...
Dis - actually... THEY ARE! crazy, huh?
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