The Last One

The Last One

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Ghost Stories)

Tired of these drunken evenings
Listening to my staggered breathing
Nowhere to fall back in but to sleep
You´re beautiful in dreams
Where words pour from my mouth in streams
Rivers I could never recreate
I dreamed you traced worlds against my back
I dreamed you´d never known me
last night I said that this would be my last
You took so many pages
The same dead words in different phrases
So much I´m almost out of ink
Woke up January rain
Idly sliding down the window pane
I had a dream, you taught me how to speak
I wrench my hands around my neck
´cause I didn´t speak
´cause I was suffocating
It´s about time I started to believe

I promise this will be the last one!
I promise this will be the last one!
I promise this will be the last one!

*major feedback*
*stay tuned for the 2 secret tracks*