Testi musica canzoni

This won't be the last you'll hear from me...
it's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you
did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your
skin. brace yourself... i'm bent with
bitterness.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew or
phrases like 'i thought you knew', while keeping
me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin
(abscence follows).
In the end, i win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape
machine.