Chasing dragons with cardboard swords.

by Mild insomnia   Nov 23, 2004


Chasing dragons with cardboard swords.

The smile on your face,
Is sure to fade babe.
All angels have to learn to cry,
To get by.

You just can’t know, what is good,
If you always do what you should.

I’m chasing dragons, with a cardboard sword,
Calling my mother on the ouija board,
Ran into my ex, reversed and did it again,
I’m not a B**** oh no, I’m a godsend.

You cannot know,
What pain feels like no,
When you ain’t had you’re heart broke,
You don’t know.

How can you say, you’re in love,
If you’ve never felt hate, it’s not enough.

I’m chasing dragons, with a cardboard sword,
Calling my mother on the ouija board,
Ran into my ex, reversed and did it again,
I’m not a B**** oh no, I’m a godsend.
I built a house of bones, and it still stands,
Cleaned the deepest blood from these very hands,
Swept the tears I’ve cried, out into the lands,
I’m not about to give up, and make new plans.

Don’t try to tell me, I’ll get what’s coming,
I’m not stupid; I’m a woman,
And don’t tell me I’m just too young to know,
Stop preaching when you’ve lost your hope.

I’m chasing dragons, with a cardboard sword,
Calling my mother on the ouija board,
Ran into my ex, reversed and did it again,
I’m not a B**** oh no, I’m a godsend.
I built a house of bones, and it still stands,
Cleaned the deepest blood from these very hands,
Swept the tears I’ve cried, out into the lands,
I’m not about to give up, and make new plans.

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