Grey Matter

Bite the tongue to live with what you've done

It's so good, it's so good

Lie to myself while

I lie with myself

It's Monday and it's raining

It's Sunday in the sun

It's so good, but

Would it be so bad if you were to pretend

That you were so happy?

Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go

If you were so willing, but

Let's pray for the suicide

And all these pictures falling down around me

I've surrounded myself

With all I have inside

Would I bite my tongue and live with what you've done?

Just continue sleeping?

Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought

There's nothing

I can do, but

Let's pray for the suicide

And all these pictures falling down

One wish full, step to the side

And please just let me know

Are you happy?

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes

Are you happy?

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes

Are you happy?

I'll decide

These stories are so old

How they match your eyes, but

Let's pray for the suicide

And all these pictures falling down

One wish full, step to the side

And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me