sometimes i wonder
if what all happened here
was just a boredom of a lifetime
and understand the way that you aren't
but i don't need degrading pep talks now
it happened so fast
look straight up through glass
and all i see is your dirt
we're still good bad friends
i thought i should, i thought i should ask
i got amnesia with a flip of your skirt
on the clock, i walk down your lonely street at night
you dark and alone
ever since the incident
Putting my foot firmly on the pedal
We come to an abrupt,
Wanting to be bored
But suffering with frustration.
The disco tail lights offer a way out
That is not taken.
What hope do we have?
Like sitting on a rock
Its not that bad
But it could always be better.
Steering slowly east
The shadows move
Faster than the grass growing.
Need to check the paint.
Allow for the tasting of an expected dinner.
Not after this journey.
The kisses didn’t count
If no one else knew
I believed you when you said
This love was only for me and you
Things were lost
That I didn’t mean to lose
I was so addicted to you
It felt like my choice to choose
Blinded by lust
I never knew what to feel
There had to be something there
That convinced me it was real
Being your secret
Was hardly a concern
I learned the hard way
My feelings couldn’t be returned
It's hard living in a world where no one cares
While your smothered and shallowed by despair
Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place
Not wanting to be part of this human race
Where money is the great and powerful Oz
It doesn't matter what's the cause
I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused
Everything is so off balanced
There is no more unconditional love
No help from up above
We have been abandoned
The trumpets have sounded
Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion
Empathy is in short ration
Gone are the ways of old
To these values we no longer hold
Now it's I'll do for you if you can do for me
That's not the way it's supposed to be
But everyone's eyes have been closed
Their souls have become thorny and cold
We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions
But by how much money we have for the coming attractions
For if we don't have enough to pay
We become part of the play
We are condemned to be the whore
Then feed into the machines of war
In the law of thermodynamics, there is this thing called entropy.
The Merriam-Webster dictionary summed it up as utter chaos
which is to say not mild nor in the middle but the omega
and you are my beginning.
One thing I hate more than my involuntary capability to breathe
See, I get lost in my thoughts so much
that one mistake branches out
until the whole thing explodes into one big misplaced dilemma.
I'd spend nights awake despite my screaming eyes
breaking down everything I've said,
everything you've said.
And by god, am I tired.
You used to lull me to sleep.
you are every disorder these eyes could muster
but I am willing to remove myself from every brink of defeat.
I'll stay in this isolated system if you'll hear the subtle touch of my fingers saying,
I'll wait for you
come back for me.