Jawbreaker lyrics - Jet Black

Jawbreaker lyrics - Jet Black

Title:	Jet Black
Artist:	Jawbreaker
Album:	Dear You
Year:	????
Submitted by:	holly
	I'll be quiet to keep you quiet. Don't concern yourself with my slow dying. Through the vents I hear you sigh. I don't get too high these days. Your floor is my ceiling. Lights out, you can't come in. If you don't remind me, I won't forget you. If you don't ask, I won't upset you. I am jet black. I am stone cold. Jet black to the center. Funny like a funeral. I need you to bury me. White noise in black room dust. These hands long for one last touch. Hourglass all out of trust. I don't scratch so I won't itch. I don't reach so I won't miss. I taste our last kiss. This is the cure: the same as the symptom. Simple and pure: break to keep fixing. Patiently nurse, patient and nurse. This is the part I wouldn't show you. The part where you say, "I don't even know you." This is your cue. Be glad it's through. He said, "I even cooked her breakfast." So we went into the living room. Someone was blasting Zeppelin. It sounded good. I felt ashamed. I knew every drum fill. Anyway, there she sat, Totally kissing this guy. They looked good, I mean like in love. Then I remembered my friend. He said, "How could you do this? You said that you needed your space. He's wearing the shirt that I gave you." Then she said, "Why, why, oh why, oh why, Why are you always like this? If I'm having fun then it's breaking your heart. Besides, you said I could have it." Then the cops showed up. Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment. Rubber, I'm glue. I'll write the book on you. It's sticking to my face. You need a little less than what you take for granted. This is the sip that's drinking back from you, Blacking out your eyes. You need a little more suppression of you appetites. This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms, It's neither sweet nor bright. I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess. I call it "sluttering." It means as little as your little test. You are your worst revenge. Your very means, they have no ends. This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have. If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough.