Art Far Away - Tea Party For Hunter

You broke me like no one's broken me before. It's all about timing before I lose control.
Of course, I'm ashamed of myself, but I can handle it.
But I'm too afraid of what comes next, I'm too afraid of pushing myself to that edge.
Because when it comes down to it, will I stop myself? I don't know anymore.
I think I can handle the pain, but love breaks something that then goes missing.
I don't know if I'll ever find it again. It feels so close, yet so far away.

Most drugs and alcohol are depressants and I don't want to take the edge off, I need to stay focused. Because when I let loose; the jaw softens, I need to stay angry.
LSD and Cocaine might be something that helps, but I'm too afraid.

I'll never forget how you made me feel and that hurts even more.
No-way I Could Have this One Love Ever-last.
It was something that killed me in the past and it still kills me every single day.
I adore you and I'll be waiting here for you, the rest of my life.

I'm so tired of being scared, all the fucking time.
Every single noise makes me feel less alive, there's a hole in my soul where I'm drowning this once happy boy.
I can still feel him; he will never be healed.
But life is funny that way, how it fucks you from behind, every single fucking time.
I'll never forget how you made me feel and that hurts even more.
No-way I Could Have this One Love Ever-last.
It was something that killed me in the past and it still kills me every single day.
I love you and I'll be waiting here for you, the rest of my life.

I attend tea parties laughing and smiling. Everything is always alright; I'm starting to not care anymore. Mad hatters all around, not caring for anyone.
Drink up my tea, swallow some more, if you ask me I'll just lie.
But I'm not alright, I will never be fine.

I'll never forget how you made me feel and that hurts even more.
No-way I Could Have this One Love Ever-last.
It was something that killed me in the past and it still kills me every single day.
I love you and I'll be waiting here for you, the rest of my life.

But I guess we'll always have Cornflakes and I wish I could make you see Jesus.
All these songs I wrote, their all about you. You're so lovely.
And I'll be right here, until you come back. At least I hope I will.
I don't need anyone; but I'm so fucking lonely it hurts.