smile and regret
smile and regret
i watched you choke on regret
you turned so blue
you looked so perfect
i can't help but wonder what if
you hadn't turned
you hadn't slipped
i see myself in your shoes
and in your arms
but in your eyes
i'm not who i used to be
well neither are you
and that's fine by me
i wrestle with the demons in my head
i wish it was you in my bed
i can't sleep alone anymore
all curled up shaking on the floor
i still fantasize about you
in not so pleasant ways
things would be different
if you lived five minutes away
my crystal ball says in the near future
but it's been wrong before
i laid to rest the demons in my head
and slept sound with you in my bed
i don't sleep alone no more
since you picked me up off the floor
you turned so blue
you looked so perfect
i can't help but wonder what if
you hadn't turned
you hadn't slipped
i see myself in your shoes
and in your arms
but in your eyes
i'm not who i used to be
well neither are you
and that's fine by me
i wrestle with the demons in my head
i wish it was you in my bed
i can't sleep alone anymore
all curled up shaking on the floor
i still fantasize about you
in not so pleasant ways
things would be different
if you lived five minutes away
my crystal ball says in the near future
but it's been wrong before
i laid to rest the demons in my head
and slept sound with you in my bed
i don't sleep alone no more
since you picked me up off the floor
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
i like it, except for the "i don't sleep alone no more" in stanza 5
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
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damn i expected more feedback on this
it's easily the best thing i've ever written
this is about as personal as it gets
it's easily the best thing i've ever written
this is about as personal as it gets
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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I like the song a lot. It definitely sounds like something Matt would sing. Again, you need to put some music around this.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
get it right
while heavily influenced by skib-dawg, these are my songs.
i started on music to stab in the dark the other day
while heavily influenced by skib-dawg, these are my songs.
i started on music to stab in the dark the other day
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
- starseed_10
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the transition between the "i wish it was you in my bed" chorus and the "and slept sound with you in my bed" chorus seems to come too quicky IMO. of course it might work out well with music in there, but i think it could use another verse or a bridge or something i between the two to lengthen the period of change.
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yeah. i might add another verse and i'll probably repeat the first chorus again before the last one
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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in the situation i am in right now, i can really take something from that.
your wrighting is so awesome, don't ever stop. it would be a serious loss.
but yea, i really like this one.
your wrighting is so awesome, don't ever stop. it would be a serious loss.
but yea, i really like this one.

Without you I'm as good as
dead ...
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