Grey Matter

Bite the tongue, to live with what you've done
It's so good
It's so good
Lie to myself while I lie with myself
It's Monday and it's raining
It's Sunday in the sun
It's so good, but

Would it be so bad, if you were to pretend that you were so happy?
Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go
If you were so willing
But

Let's pray for this suicide
And all these pictures falling down around me
I've surrounded myself with all I have inside

Would I bite my tongue, and live with what you've done?
Just continue sleeping?
Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought
There's nothing I can do
But

Let's pray for this suicide
And all these pictures falling down
One wish full, step to the side
And please just let me know

Are you happy
I'll decide
These stories are so old, how they match your eyes
But

Let's pray for this suicide
And all these pictures falling down
One wish full, step to the side
And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me