Letras:Protagonist. The Chronicle. 1095 Days.

1095 days, I've walked such a bitter sweet road,
1095 days, so long til' I see you again.
I've got 1500 Miles wearing itself across my face,
not even 1500 Miles of stitches can sew me together again.
I know how these things play out,
and I know how these things always end.

Maybe this was just a phase, maybe I was just a phase.

I play this game of chess and I'd set myself on fire for you.
The season's babe they don't change here,
they never have and they never will.
I've got 1500 miles
of phone chord wrapping around my throat,
I've got 1000 golden daggers stabbing me in my soul.

On the receiving end of crying filled phone calls,
I didn't know what to say or do.
Your words might as well have been drenched in blood,
if you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.
I've got 1500 miles of writing these words just for you,
not even 1500 miles of phone chord can get me through to you.
I know how these things play out,
and I know how these things always end.
Your words might as well be drenched in blood,
if you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.

I play this game of chess and I'd make every move for you.
I play this game of chess
but tonight, tonight I'm stabbing all the queens.
All those nights in boca gardens, 1101 Commonwealth Avenue.
If I could let those nights take me I would and believe me,
If we were in the golden age you'd be my Katherine Hepburn
and I'd be your Spencer Tracy, you'd be my Katherine Hepburn.
And I'd endlessly burn for you, we're just the ghosts of boca winds
"how I dearly wish I was not here."

1095 days, we've walked such a bitter sweet road,
1095 days, so long til' I see you again.
I play this game of chess and I'd set myself on fire for you,
I play this game of chess, but tonight I'm stabbing all the queens.