Bleeding Hearts Club (MPLS Chapter) Songtext / Lyric

It's been a bit

You look a little sick

You got the vibe of a ghost and I'm not equipped

But I can host, or I can drive, and a ride might be right

Just hit the gas and crash tonight

Must have been a beast

I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right?

And you can stand like it's not that bad

But I only hear from you when it is, and you know that

(Slug)

My agenda, is pure, I'm sure you remember

The dialogue that occurred, I would render

The whole canvas blue

If it was just another bender to manage through

Guess it depends on the day-to-day

Most days I don't even wanna see your face

Don't say that you don't need love; it's old

Act tough, but your blood's exposed

()

I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck: the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you're standin' there

We'll keep your name in silent prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear

(P.O.S)

I've been your ride the last few years

I've seen you through when no one's there

I finally get why that's the case

We let the liar lie in wake

Up, it don't deserve my sleep

And I can't catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think

'Til you're clean, 'til you quit, 'til you're done; this is it

I'm at the end of my rope

You're at the end of your wick

(Slug)

Midday with your bright stage light on your

Mistakes, more weight and the frame might

Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the

Cit-ay and the concrete cracks in here

I still watch you cause I believe

There's something true behind your teeth

It's in them secrets that you keep

Fish out of water trying to breathe

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I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck: the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you're standin' there

We'll keep your name in silent prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear

(Slug)

Bear with me, it's wrong to stare

But somehow I'm on it like it's what you wanted

Now I'm here, whistlin' a song and tears

That might fall on a pair of distracted ears

Are you listening? It's the sound of toy handcuffs

And another voice you can't trust

Disrupt the self-destruct

Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground just to watch it bounce up

(P.O.S)

Up, and down the same steps

We both have climbed that bind and connect us

I still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up

You scratch 'til you bleed; you bleed just to prove life

So you can see it with your own two

But it's mixed with a mess and it's not you

Can you hear me past the heartbeat?

Or do you only know I care when our eyes meet?

()

I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck: the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you're standin' there

We'll keep your name in silent prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear

I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck: the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you're standin' there

We'll keep your name in silent prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear