Wake Up And Smell The Coffin(It's no wonder you're so blue,Wake Up And Smell The Coffin by krutch99
Holding your breath for four years.
You can't be serious.)
Maybe it was all just a bad dream.
If it doesn't hurt when you open your eyes, then it wasn't real.
And if it does, then I can't say I know exactly how you feel.
What happens in Vegas might stay in your veins
But you can hide it with your teeth if you need to.
You know as well as I do.
It's not my fault your world forgot how to spin.
You know as well as I do
You don't know me as well as you try to.
You don't know me at all.
And I don't remember what happened in Vegas.
I don't have the time, I never did, I never will.
And I wish you could play more than one bloody song
On that tiny violin.
I Want To Die In My SleepA single building between two highways, a hotel for memories,I Want To Die In My Sleep by krutch99
Some check in late at night and leave before sunrise,
You might not have even caught their names, but you wish you had.
Maybe they'll be back again.
Others stay on and on and block their doors to keep the maids away,
Grinding their teeth on the hinges and tearing up the wallpaper.
Maybe one day they'll finally fade.
Some rooms have lost their keys
Or eaten them to keep their secrets inside.
But the walls are thin, and full of eyes.
There's a fire in the ceiling, ash drifting down past empty picture frames,
And echoes of violins making one last round through the halls.