Oblivion
You call me pretty but it doesn't mean a thing.
You say you love me but you don't know what it means.
Been making promises you knew you couldn't keep,
You've been writing out your lines in your sleep.
You're no exception no, no matter what you think.
You still don't get that what I cannot say I sing.
And everything's been spelled out right in front of you in ink.
But you're still writing out your lines in your sleep.
Closer, closer, closer.
One step closer, to oblivion without you here.
Can pour my heart out at a piano to a crowd.
You always said you were so happy oh so proud.
Until I used up all the words I was allowed,
You always said I was too far up in the clouds.
Perfection at it's best was what I had to be.
Perfection at it's best, wasn't something I could be.
You loved my music but you never loved me,
Always had me writing lines in my sleep.
Closer, closer, closer.
One step closer, to oblivion without you here. (x2)
You call me pretty but it doesn't mean a thing.
You say you love me but you don't know what it means.
Been making promises you knew you couldn't keep,
You've been writing out your lines in your sleep.