I look for you in songs I know to find something familiar. How you always trace the lines on my hand the way an artist does his picture.
I get lost inside the music and I can't help but remember. The way you spoke my name and followed it with forever.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Im in a tailspin. Trapped in the push and pull of your moods. Living in a day dream that I've prayed to god would come true. My flights of fancy are too big to contain. The sound of your voice is so intoxicating.
I'm drunk on you. Stuck on you.
You say that you'll call but you won't. You say that you care but you don't. I've talked myself in and out of this mess. But I can't let go. No, not yet. I'm drunk on you.
I understand the position that you're in. The stakes are high love and you might not win. You have every reason to fear But god I just want you here.
I'm drunk on you and all the lines you threw. You say that you'll be here but won't. You say that you know me but don't. You are the sun, moon, and stars to me. Why can't you see? Why don't you see?
I talk myself in and out of this mess but I can't leave now. no not like this. I'm drunk on you.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
You've used up all your sorrys. You've said "I won't" one too many times. I know that this won't help things, but I gotta get it off my mind.
You're looking for your answers in all of the wrong places. Can't you see the worry that we all wear on our faces?
But go ahead and pour a glass of your temporary happiness. Whatever makes you feel better baby. Whatever makes you feel fine. I know you think this will drown your sorrows but please remember that they'll be there tomorrow. Whatever makes you feel better baby, whatever makes you feel fine.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
Was this all just a day dream? Is this all just pretend? When I hear you speaking, my imaginary friend. Inconsistent and unruly, breaking hearts with each step. I know I deserve anything better than this.
I'll call out with no response. You will come and you go like curtains blowing through those windows of the house down the road.
I'll go hide while you count to 10 come find me if you can. Here I'll sit waiting for you, my imaginary friend.
I'm a school kid, abandoned and alone. You're the street mice eating the bread crumb trail back home. Bully me with a smile, use me while you can. I'm slowly fading into nothing. I'm your imaginary friend.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
My stomach turns through your frame. The image blurs into your ugly face. Time is familiar time isn't right. To catch the angle is to skip the sides and
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. I don't trust what suits you fine. Stealing into other people's light
And do Houston it makes no sense. Why you think Id take offense. Don't talk it out you're good with lies. It's the past don't even try.
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. On the tongue I bet he feels no pain. What made you seem so perfect for me?
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
She doesn't say much she just listens to her misery. Peppermint cocoon as Billys crooning 'thirty-three'. She remarks how much she loves tears up her sleeve. Then she fades, records play her perfect elegy.
I say the strangest things when I'm drunk on your name. Spitting cold rain above this place. I'm sitting down upon this stage. I say the strangest things...don't you notice me?
Sticking up for dancers, she has Gypsy blood inside. Flowing into my harp with a velvet undefined. Picking up where I left off, you just let me slide. Then she fades, records play, she doesn't even smile.
And they will say thirty different things about her. She's a ***** she's the sweetest little flower. But I can lie with the best of the best of the liars. She won't live past this stage, she's a filthy cancer.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Staring out of glass to the victims of my past where pieces of them I carried are scattered on the ground. I can't find words to say when I see them on display all falling through the cracks on the driveway to my home. This town gets sort of quiet before the sun's about to rise. The birds start singing telling me they sympathize.
Grab a cup of coffee stare blankly at the tv. Thinking of the person that I used to be. These walls that surround me I spent ages creating I thought they would protect me but they've just made me lonely. There's safety in numbers and I don't wanna do this on my own this is my one last ditch effort to prove that I belong.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Inhale your inspiration. Exhale with purpose. Leave your body and drift to somewhere beautiful. Watch me while I sleep. Try to guess what I'm dreaming of as you rapidly shotgun the last remaining can of your childhood innocence.
Your wounds are trying to teach you something. Light up and see your mind in a bowl. You turn down the noise and fill the void with smoke. Throw your imaginary identity into the flames and discover who you really are.
Ask Siri for directions to a meaningful existence.
You take this white plastic ball and toss it towards neatly arranged cups that hold your potential future. You're restless as you watch them drink it down and laugh. I sing you lullabies to pacify your deep and damaged thoughts. Send me post cards from the front yard of the place I once called home. Shoot me up with your memories so that I may know you better. Slowly woven over time like your grandmas favorite sweater.
Its last call. The lights they hurt your eyes. Secrets shared are secrets kept, I said too much this time. So here we are and here we'll stay Nothing is as it seems. Stare at the fog around the earth of people's discarded dreams.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
Life of a moth:
A fantastic disappearing act as I fall into my deepest slumber. My cocoon erected from the strange things that you mumble. Coming down from the psychedelic trip of birth, my wings are new and wet. I hastily fly around your lights and torment all of your cats. I want to crawl inside your dreams and slowly hollow out your head. So that you can soon forget about the awful things things I said.
I land on you and eat the clothes that you're wearing, I keep nibbling through your flesh and bones until you vanish, then I fly away
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
we were the soil before the jungles existed, we were the wind before it carved the rocks, we were the chemicals patiently floating & waiting to exist as a machine without purpose.
cursed with the breath of life and gifted with the cold embrace of death
We drew white lines from our faces and drifted through the blackness of space hopelessly alone, following the light from dead ancient stars.
forget all your past experiences, become everything and nothing.
Still waiting to be born
you will find us dancing with molly
Straight chilling in a black hole.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC