[LYRICS]

I think It's time to fix my life now
I got Brand new fantasies
I shake your hands with someone elses
Cut from magazines
I want you to lift my chin up
I want everything I dream
Building it with missing outlines
I am what you grieve
Would I be your big bad nightmare?
A terror to the umpth degree
Pieces of the things you used to know
Pieces that you grieve

Coming of the ages
Picking up pages
You mourn before it dies

I just need to fix my life now
I need all my fantasies
I shake your hands with someone elses
Cut from magazines
You told me that it hurts to see this
Heaven doesn't comfort me
You know you never thought I'd make it in
I am what you grieve

Coming of the ages
Picking up pages
You mourn before it dies

Metamourning

ajiman