Trophy Scars - Jerry's The Name, Sociology's My Game lyrics

Everything you do will make you separate
From the lovers that you choose
Now your dreams are too confusing
I can't remember what I'm loosing
Cause everything you do
Will make you more like
All the drugs that you abuse
And now it's easy to forget, huh?
Every reason to forget her, oh
Forget the phone
The smirking tigers ate their own
Now you know who sleeps alone
(And if I were you) i would keep the truth
For them and you she called me on the phone
And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!
The radio hit the floor
And I could tell that she wanted more
I'll let you use your mouth
To show me what love's all about
My tongue against your thighs tonight
Match maker, math maker make me a match


Conceived through a window
Discovered in math inhale all the colors
And cough out a map
These demons aren't stopping
This brilliant blood bath behind eyes
Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
It's saying things that you'll never forget
Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
It's saying things that you'll never forget
I could have said
All the things that make us sad
But never again
I think our mouths are just too fast
Through that porcelain crack
I can see she just wants nothing to fall
But, it's all gonna fall
I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall
We just wouldn't fall let's stand tall
And fall
Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget
Well, I'm feeling fine between your legs
Just let me sleep here for a few more days
Watch my tongue move, and give me credit
I've cheated language
Don't you dare forget it
With no one out here
This town begins to feel so small
Swans and opaque colors
These towns seem to me so dull
Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze
I swear to God
If it weren't for the Fall these
Leaves would seem so fucking far
I'm a little boy just a little kid
But, I'm my own damn man
With my own damn plans i'm glad you left me
Goddamn match maker, match maker
Spark up a match covered in color
Dissected in math in flies an angel
Who's back from the past
The deadness of winter distilled in a glass
Behind eyes