Quit singing your sad bluebird blues
Eyes filled with broken record tears
I'll never understand
Your empty tortured heart
The sick satisfaction
That comes with watching,
Those visually striking images
They lure you in
****** you up
Swallow you whole
Like the snake that wallows
Through your green gate garden
You should never battle,
Battle for love
I turned on the light
In that corner
Where you kept your secrets
I showed you the words
That fell from the sky
I laid them out,
In black and white
No need to hide away,
In your little square bubble alone
I know the air is thin
I have a bubble of my own
Jump off your tangled cord television,
That you stare away your problems into
It is all a lie
The closeness
The flame
The suppressing feeling,
They call love
The greyness of the back seat,
Should tell you what you need to know
Even though the bubble is getting smaller
Seeming like a constricting slithering nigthmare
Your heart is growing,
Like the skyline that you see,
When you wake up,
And realize you are no longer alone
