Rachael Yamagata's been reading my journal...

It's a choice to stay,
It's a dream and I wanna wake,
You have blood on your hands,
And I'm feeling faint,
And honey you can't decide.

I'm a drug you don't wanna give up,
Smoke your cigarettes,
And make your love flow.
You poured blood in my heart, I can't get enough
I'm drowning, drowning,
And you can't decide.

It's not about geography or happenstance,
You need to fly and take a chance,
You don't need to soar to emptiness,
Float on high and forever dance alone.

You're scared, scared, scared,'cause I feel like home.

I hear your voice,
And I knew right away,
If you were here, what your eyes would say.
I have blood on my feet as I walk away,
Rivers are red, it's starting to rain.

I'm not gonna live for you or die for you,
Won't do anything anymore for you.
'Cause you leave me here on the other side,
You leave me here on the other side.

Not gonna shed one more tear for you,
Shed one more tear for you,
I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you,
At least not 'til Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon...

Rachel Yamagata, Sunday Afternoon

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