brandon perry

Turn off the radio: I turn on the so call instrument, To no surprise is my detriment Pouring through my veins, Creeping up behind me As I evaporate these flames tell my story Driving through my head, Crashing all the other thoughts Leaving me with this fixation, asking for medication The staggering steps tell my story When your ink runs out You’ll know what this is all about I don’t want to hear another love story They don’t really happen I don’t want to hear another love story Like a withered rose And like Newton’s law we come crashing down With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic When you wake up Pounding on my head Your sins are weighing The cold is beating, thrashing on my skin. I go between post and base When the downcast keeps looming You’ll know what I’m singing about I don’t want to hear another love story They don’t really happen I don’t want to hear another love story Like a withered rose And like Newton’s law we come crashing down With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic When you wake up If didn’t know, there’s no fairytales Life is a rug rat in a shell That normally ends tragic That’s why I don’t want to hear another love story They don’t really happen I don’t want to hear another love story Like a withered rose And like Newton’s law we come crashing down With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic When you wake up By Brandon Perry©2009

Next to the bleachers: The battle wounds are gone Still the hyperventilation’s The bandages seem worn on It’s Becoming impatient Pounding on my head The sins are weighing in The cold is beating thrashing on my skin. Driving through my head Crashing all the other thoughts Leaving me with this fixation asking for my medication Walk through the valley of whispers let it sink in Walk through the valley of whispers take it all in Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed Without my need keeps protecting me There’s hot water boiling inside Pouring through my veins Creeping up behind me Going to drive me insane Walk through the valley of whispers let it sink in Walk through the valley of whispers take it all in Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed Without my need keeps protecting me Protect me, start saving me The shadow deep, the tainted me My famous last words Aren’t spoken to soon Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed Without my need keeps protecting me By Brandon Perry©2009