The Best Deceptions

I heard about your trip
I heard about your souveniers
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool guys
That you spent them with
I guess I should have heard of them from you
I guess I should have heard of them from you

Well don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards
Go to you
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I'll let you
You will be back some day
And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips
Will be of service
To giving you away

I heard about your regrets
I heard that you were feeling sorry
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us
Well, I guess I should have heard of that from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you

Well don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards
Go to you
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips
Will be of service to giving you away
To giving you away

I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be all right when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you'd never heard my voice

You're calling too late, too late to be gracious
And you do not warrant long good-byes
You're calling too late
You're calling too late
You're calling too late

Thinking Of You

It's starting to pull me under, I can feel it beneath my feet.
The last few months have passed so slowly
and it's been so long since I've seen your smile.
I'm afraid to ask what's wrong so I sit and stare
frustrated digging my nails into my palms.

I never wanted you to see me like that.
Bloodshot eyes, bleeding fists, speechless love, a new year's wish.
I never wanted you to see me reenact those days I threw away.

Stuttered screams from a distant voice:
I followed you all the way to your front door.
No words could take the pain from your eyes
like a knife through the heart.
I'll be sleeping alone tonight;
and when I wake you won't see me again,
you won't have to worry about me anymore.
I'm sorry for all the times I fucked up,
I'm sorry for every time I let you down.
You always said it was hard to talk and I guess it always was.
But it still feels the same, I still feel the same.
The only difference is you're not there.

I brought this on myself: you're not there.
When I need you the most, you're not there.
And I can't stop thinking of you.