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5 ReviewsThese are lyrics I wrote, oh, maybe a year ago. Based loosely off of Gerard and Bert's relationship. (strong language)
Just something I thought I'd post, since it's based off of a series of a pictures which include Gerard and Bert. I would place them all in here, but photos aren't allowed, I guess. Shame.
Yeah, so this is about me, this guy, and Bert and Gerard, haha. Isn't that fun? (And yes, sometimes I do have a sailor's mouth. But I still love my mommy!)
I see him standing with his head against a cross
I see them standing there, up against a wall
There're flowers in his mouth, he's completely lost
He's standing in traffic and I think it's--
I think its--
I think it's the line I crossed
His lips press against a mirror
As he douses himself in liquor
And I think it's--
I think it's fucking--
Slap some fucking morals into me
His face screams Just let it be
But I can't shake this feeling I shouldn't feel
And I can't regret what I've never felt
Because it's not him I dream about
It's you
I see him standing there, with his head thrown back
I see them together, their hair tinted black
There's white all on his collar, he can't resist
He's holding a cigarette and I think it's--
I think it's--
I think it's the way they both insist
As they scream into the microphone
His reality is so far overthrown
And I think it's--
I think it's fucking--
It's the lack of morals that take the blame
He screams I blame those boys with sweet religious names
And I can't shake this feeling I shouldn't feel
And I can't regret what I've never felt
Because it's not him I think about
It's fucking--
Something took over their morals
As he screams Come back to me
Because you're so fucking pretty baby
And I can't adapt to what I've never felt
And I can't regret what I haven't done yet
Because in the end, we're just like them
And I lie everyday, it's always the same
Because it's not them I think about.
It's fucking you
Yeah, so this is about me, this guy, and Bert and Gerard, haha. Isn't that fun? (And yes, sometimes I do have a sailor's mouth. But I still love my mommy!)
I see him standing with his head against a cross
I see them standing there, up against a wall
There're flowers in his mouth, he's completely lost
He's standing in traffic and I think it's--
I think its--
I think it's the line I crossed
His lips press against a mirror
As he douses himself in liquor
And I think it's--
I think it's fucking--
Slap some fucking morals into me
His face screams Just let it be
But I can't shake this feeling I shouldn't feel
And I can't regret what I've never felt
Because it's not him I dream about
It's you
I see him standing there, with his head thrown back
I see them together, their hair tinted black
There's white all on his collar, he can't resist
He's holding a cigarette and I think it's--
I think it's--
I think it's the way they both insist
As they scream into the microphone
His reality is so far overthrown
And I think it's--
I think it's fucking--
It's the lack of morals that take the blame
He screams I blame those boys with sweet religious names
And I can't shake this feeling I shouldn't feel
And I can't regret what I've never felt
Because it's not him I think about
It's fucking--
Something took over their morals
As he screams Come back to me
Because you're so fucking pretty baby
And I can't adapt to what I've never felt
And I can't regret what I haven't done yet
Because in the end, we're just like them
And I lie everyday, it's always the same
Because it's not them I think about.
It's fucking you
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