A Toast, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

All the minutes I've spent
Wishing I could change
All the dreams I've dreamt
But thought were out of range

All the hopes I've had
And all the goals I've made
Sit idle and covered with dust
Just waiting to fade

Here's to the life I'll someday lead
Here's to the heart that will not bleed
On my way
On my way
On my way to perfection

Taking my head in my hands
I'll shake the cobwebs out
I'll screw my head on straighter
And slap off my pathetic pout

No more feeling sorry
For me, I'm done with that
All my miserable thoughts
I'll let grow stale and flat

Here's to the life I'll someday lead
Here's to the heart that will not bleed
On my way
On my way
On my way to perfection

No more sleeping all day long
No more writing only rainy songs
No more pillows covering my head
When instead I should get out of bed

Here's to me, for new-times sake
Here's to no more sore heartache
On my way
On my way
On my way to perfection




Posted: 2005-01-21 00:00:28 UTC

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