[noise94]

she's got this journal filled
with all her black ink guilt
and love is the only thing keeping her alive

she's got her mind made up
that all she needs is love
her heart is the only thing helping her decide
to breathe again, to breathe again

and when she's tired she doesn't sleep
a week since I've seen her eat
She's skin and bones,
she's beautiful no matter what

I wish I could help her see
she means the world to me
But the world, it doesn't mean much to her

I'll be there to split your lips
like when the ice berg hits
and the ship has to break apart
show its teeth and smile

she's got this journal filled
with all her black ink guilt
and love is the only thing keeping her alive
she's got her mind made up
that all she needs is love