Sato - Monday, February 18, 2008 7:08:07 PM

I'm shooting blanks through my fingers that feel like missiles.
Instead of my nails, my ears seem to want to smoke and.
And it's all your fault, this impotence and undeserving. . .
This internal punch that rattles my ins and my outs.

Most Likely To Never Give In, but this time I did.

I hope the promises that we made break in your mouth.
You'll never make another pact with somebody else.
Saying I love you will rot out all your little teeth.

Most Likely To Never Want To Lose Or Quit, but this time I really did.

I'm faking my ability to not notice this.
My own bone dry eyes don't even know what I'm saying.
I would write you off if I could find any of the right words and use them.
I can't; you're sitting pretty with my inspiration.

Most Likely To Never Take It To Heart, but this time I did.

I hope the promises that we made break in your chest.
You'll never make another pact with somebody else.
Saying I love you will rot out the wood of your heart.