Testo di Noremembering

It would end much differently than you think with my hands like guns and crashing sounds because sometimes it feels like the song never ends tattoo, tattoo these words on your wrists guilt ridden nightmares and promises made phonecalls and atrophy break me so i cannot speak or call after you and you'd rush to hold your ears (to the crashing sounds) 'cause sometimes it's more than you never I can't recall the last time I said im sorry, and meant it. sitting there, singing out "i miss you." "i miss you so." You were right about where you stood when i fell... (holding on to) And there you were screaming out 'this is your fault! this is your fault!' You were holding on to your ears as you threw yourself out the window as i convinced you this is your fault.