#mrspotter

ohyeahsnape; mrs-potter; mockingbirdsplusjabberjays; dontlookoutyourwindow; siriuslysalvatore; willyoube-mine-forever; justbecauseitsinyourhead; emily-lestrange; areyoua-wizard-orwhat; willyoustopeating; insanitys-laughter

Well I woke in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most  I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host  If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts  You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast  well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame  I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame  If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame  and though I'll never forget your face,  sometimes i can't remember my name  Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry  Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but  Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me  Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing  And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings  And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring  And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything  Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said  And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside your head  And the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead  When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed  Hey Mrs. Potter don't go  Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but  Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me  All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep  And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep  All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep  Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep  So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams  It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream  Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem  But I'd sure like to find out  So why don't you climb down off that movie screen  Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn  Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you  Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me  When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor  and orders another  Well, I wonder what he did that for  That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before  So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door  We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars  We stand up in the palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars  We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars  You can see a million miles tonight  But you can't get very far  Oh, you can see a million miles tonight  But you can't get very far  Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch  Hey Mrs. Potter it's not much but  Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me