The Typist Lyrics & Chords By Seconds From The End

Drove to work to find some time alone. I called ahead, no one answered cause no one's there. I'm fine, just tired, and hiding from things I can't explain. Knowing it's our...read more

I've been here before, the sky looks so familiar. Empty pockets just like last time, salt and lust my backseat driver. I knew you when. I can hear my pulse behind my ears and...read more

For we leave you beaten, And helpless prized of innocence. Disgusted, no remorse. Your existence is no more. From my dialated eyes that seeks the sight of hate, a prismic...read more

I went back to Boston Back to the City of Lost Love I went back to the place And recognized your face in the stone long gone I walked around Harvard Square All the runaway...read more

It's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you a word too soft, too frail to be uttered or be placed in your dreams my blood was an untrusty ink tonight with lips...read more