It could be the hundred mile drive.
It's a story never ending.
It's the shadows left behind or the rare internal bleeding.
It could be the days left in my life.
I'm going backwards on this flight.
Love's illusion has a meaning. Is love what you decide?
Then go! You have to see that I'm down, so walk on me.
I hate the way this feels. It's real; do you feel better?
Does anybody know her love is fire in my eyes?
Can anybody see that it's burning through my head?
Does anybody want this crime? Just go and bury me tonight.
Sometimes I stare into space.
I then pretend you are there with me.
Then I break down and sail away. I travel east right through her heart.
I'm simply lost. I can't find my way.
Have I become all that I've hate?
Love is stress, love is forgotten. Love's red has turned to gray.
Now I must live so strong. This heartburn's lost all it's pain.
I feel so sedated.
Now I know an over turn of luck won't change what was written.
And I know I'm happier now than ever.
I found someone that I adore.
Just bury me tonight.
music & lyrics by jordan sweeney 4/2006