jia harlow

Rounded Off

I don't know why the glass has cracked;
it hurts
the candle dies and all goes black;
it hurts

tick, tock, grab your glock
same old shit, the same old talk
sour times, a minor chord for all the things I can't afford
perfect the beat and take your time,
use all the same old words to rhyme
nothing's fun, it's all a bore, when everything's been done before

time flies by
there's nothing to do and there's nothing to say (if you think about it)
time flies by
there's nothing to say when you're dead, anyway (if you think about it)

I give up, I give in
guess I won't ever win (what can I do to win?)

I don't know why the glass has cracked; 
it hurts 
the candle dies and all goes black; 
it hurts
the pretty things will never stay;
it hurts
everything will break, someday;
it hurts, so give up

I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
time flies by, if you think about it
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
time flies by, if you think about it
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
time flies by, if you think about it
little, little, by little, little, little, little
time flies by, if you think about it
little, little, by little, little, little, little

you can't if you don't,
and you're damned if you won't
what's the point? Don't pretend;
you just rot in the end no no no no

can't if you don't, 
and you're damned if you won't 
what's the point? Don't pretend; 
you just rot in the end no no no no

can't if you don't, 
and you're damned if you won't 
what's the point? Don't pretend; 
you just rot in the end no no no no

You just rot in the end.

7

bigger and better
and more to come
stop your crying, 'cause that's just one

lost is lost
done is done
and here's to now
and here's to fun

<shitty scream>
onceuponatimeonceuponatimeonceuponatimeonceuponatimeonceuponatimeonceupo

Let it go
burned out, buried in the past
let it go
let it go
let it go

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4

"Get away, don't fucking touch me."

"No cops. No cops."

"Don't touch me, I hate you."

Carry

My dear,
I fear,
nobody's taking your place.
I'm beat
beet red
from trying to forget your face.

Days are short
silence is long
and the cold wind's blowing again

It's not
your fault
your heart is colder than stone
I'm lost
and down
but I'll never let it be known
I'll be bitter, but on the inside but only inside
I'll always keep my little arms wide
'cause I know that you're golden
and make everything shine
someday, again, you'll be mine

I know that you'll come and carry me home
I'm gone; please carry me home

Life's passed
me by
I'm waiting for waiting to end
Everything's dead,
leaves are all gone,
cold wind's blowing again

The Lyrics

what the little boy down by the river meant, I don't know

"Are you going downhill like a ball rolling out of control? You should be anywhere, you should be anywhere but here. You should be out in the middle of the desert being eaten by the animals."

Here I am, thumbs out, at the side of the road.
Here I am, thumbs out, at the side of the road.

And the little boy jumped in the river & said "Go with the flow."
And the little boy drowned in the river from the undertow.

"You could be anywhere, you could be anywhere, even here. You could kill a million or a billion and it wouldn't make a difference to the system or the time of day."

Hey!

Here I am, arms out at the side of the wall
it's too late, it's gonna be a long fall...

"It's more of a..."

<spam gibberish>

"It's more of aaaaaaaa... hostage."

7 (v2009) outro 

Well, I was a fool to believe 
the lines would draw themselves 
I just had to fall to my knees 
as I lay down and died 
the lies untold themselves 
and I knew I'd been deceived 
"...no...please........"