Turn off the radio

i'm a lyricist. tell me what you think. be as harsh as you want

Turn off the radio:

I turn on the so call instrument,
To no surprise is my detriment
Pouring through my veins, Creeping up behind me
As I evaporate these flames tell my story

Driving through my head,
Crashing all the other thoughts
Leaving me with this fixation, asking for medication
The staggering steps tell my story

When your ink runs out
You’ll know what this is all about

I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up

Pounding on my head
Your sins are weighing
The cold is beating, thrashing on my skin.
I go between post and base

When the downcast keeps looming
You’ll know what I’m singing about

I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up

If didn’t know, there’s no fairytales
Life is a rug rat in a shell
That normally ends tragic
That’s why

I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up

By Brandon Perry©2009

"When your ink runs out
You’ll know what this is all about"
Love this line.

"And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall"
Great ideas, but why "nothing to padded the fall" and not "nothing to pad the fall"?