How the words bubbled up behind your eyes,
A mirage of love and hate in between it all,
Driven backwards by a lack of comprehension,
And a translator that can’t form the sentences.
Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly any visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.
Hazy against the pale cynical backdrop,
I wish you could see exactly how I’m wired,
Tired and fired up from the inevitable failure,
Formulate the pencil marks into grey cohesion.
Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly and visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.
To put it simply.
I’ve been dreaming,
Of leaving,
Singing,
Of leaving,
Pleading,
Of leaving
My whole being,
Needing,
Breathing,
For leaving.
Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly any visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.