I solemnly swear by the flying spaghetti monster in the sky that this is the last post for now in regards to my obsession with this fucking band. Goddammit.
Hi weirdos. So, as you can tell from the above, the itch in the grey matter has not been satisfied. So here we are, again, and then I’ll find another band to stare into the abyss with.
Anyways. I beg your indulgence, weirdos, with the following. So The Death of Peace of Mind is actually pretty low down on my favorite songs list of the discography. No shade, obviously, I just like songs like Hedonist, Kingdom of Cards, and The Grey more. But because of recent personal events, I can relate in stupid and uncomfortable ways to TDOPOM. Which leads us to the purpose of this post. I took the lyrical structure of the song and treated it like the poem it is & responded to it in the same cadence and structure of the original lyrics. Derivative? yes. Scratching the itch of the grey matter? also yes.
Might as well share it, right? Everything is content in the eyes of our Internet Overlords. Might as well practice what the fuck I preach in regards to vulnerability.
Original lyrics in italics – my reply below.
I made another mistake, thought I could change
Thought I could make it out
Promises break, need to hear you say
You’re gonna keep it now
You made another mistake – or so you say,
thought you would stick around.
Yeah, promises break, but you promised to stay,
and you still let me down.
I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend, the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you touch, the way you taste.
But then you’d make me bend and break,
for just a touch, for just a taste-
With the makeup running down my face,
wasn’t enough to make you change.
When the curtains call the time
Will we both go home alive?
It wasn’t hard to realize
Love’s the death of peace of mind.
If the curtains call the time,
Would you leave me here to die?
It took too long to realize,
Nothing will ever make you mine.
You’re in the walls that I made with crosses and frames
Hanging upside down
For granted, in vain, I took everything
I ever cared about.
You’re in the the torn music sheets, the ink that I bleed-
the words I can’t write down.
Took me for granted, in vain, you broke everything
I ever cared about.
I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend, the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you fuck, the way you taste
I miss the games we used to play:
The fairytale, the lies you create.
I miss the secret smiles on your face –
the hurt we give, the hurt we take.
When the curtains call the time
Will we both be satisfied?
It wasn’t hard to realize
Love’s the death of peace of mind.
If the curtains call the time,
will your heart still beat with mine?
It took me too long to realize –
your love’s the death of peace of mind.
Mine? Mind? Time. Your love’s the death of peace of mind.
Hot-boi hand flourish. The end.
Love ya, weirdos.
Bye. 🙂
Ink & Tome 