Weekend (Live [Dahlia Tour Final]) टैब्स

I'll tell you in one sentence
The truth should not have broken you
You know I'd never turn away
Not in your darkest hour

I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part
To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds

Numb, I crawl, losing you
Over something so frivolous, so petty
But this pettiness is all you know
You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride

A broken heart? You broke your fucking own
I remain. I never would have left your side

And now my name will be another excuse
For you to grovel in the ill-will called your life

I'll miss the friendship that we once shared
As you ignite all that which made us strong

The fires of envy blaze undying as this devotion is destroyed
I watch our dreams reduce to ash, throat stifled by the fumes
The stench of brittle feelings burning wets my tender eyes with tear
Our memories are the funeral pyre and your words are gasoline

Our friendship meets a blackened fate; an ashen epitaph
These caustic embers yet remain, soon to be blown away

You will choke on my name
You'll choke on pictures of my face
You will choke on my name
You'll choke on what you threw away

I was a fool to ask so fucking little from you
I should have recognized the frailty of your will
I know that you can hear me, I hope that this is killing you
I hope you sweat at night dreaming of my face

Do whatever makes you happy
No holds barred shall remain etched into my mind

When my eyes are finally graced with your crooked smile
And my insides are licked by those familiar flames
Flickering within my gut, deep in my battered chest
Burning a hole through my entrails
I won't fall
I won't succumb to the pettiness which you breed
I won't acknowledge the woe in which you live
I won't forget the times we have spent
I have pictures proving everything
You will be fucking missed