Things could be so much sweeter
If I could
stay
out
of
the
sun
but the warmth you feel
is like no other
and
for
that
I should be
bummed
dark clouds threaten
to lead me astray
to
find
some
refuge
in the rain
and the grass could be just so much greener
if I could learn to take it in again
but then I'd miss the warmth
you gave me
but I could also burn alive
maybe i should
take
a
break
and find some
meaning
to
my
life

Taking in the open sky
your eyes are closed from me
and somehow I find it justified
as I listen to you breathe
smile as you have before,
with no purpose or respect,
a quiet sort of blasphemy
to the gilded idols you reject,
and for all this profanity
I can't find reason to care
only the fact that you are
not yet willing to share.

words hurt
and never work
much like your face down in the dirt
looking up my short short skirt
but never mind the  more perverse
lets just focus on whats worse
you make me feel like I'm about to burst
and though I'd like to think I was coerced
you had me by the second verse
and just in case you didn't know
that was not the moment you said "Hello"
but with these things you never know
and when its time for me to leave
will you tell me this time was wasted happily?
or would you hurt me all the same
like the ending to one of your twisted games
but as you know, I'm just as sick
pretending I'm great, when the world is ****
I guess I'm a bit of a *******
longing for that burning kiss
with the iron taste upon my lips
and I'm sorry I have the need for it
its what i consider pleasurable I guess.

I could give in to a nap in the sun
after a long afternoon of summer fun
but that's all the sun 'll let me do
sleep soundly for a day or two
I couldn't reach it,
as hard as I'll ever try,
so I'll sleep underneath it and try not to cry
I'll let its warmth graze my lips and color my cheeks
drunken and somehow it feels like magic
let the light come down and erase everything
and maybe its right that i shouldn't complain
even if I'll miss those kisses in the rain
but the clouds have been broken
and the sun smiles through
content enough,
to stop dreaming of you.

I don't want to run away
only to be yanked back again
don't hold the string if you can't
keep up with it
but then
should I cut them
seam by seam
then maybe we could get somewhere
without the weight of everything
Waltzing so practiced,
blindfolded and faked
I'm yearning for substance so why should I wait?
Darlin' you're nothing but a shimmering star
I know you're a bright one, but I don't know how far
I would have told you, that life isn't far,
but you'll turn around and ask me
"and why should I care?"
but that's what I asked for, and the stars they delivered
I still would be better off
were you not in the picture...
but excuse my complaining
I love you, i swear!
but I'll never admit that, no matter the dare.

I just want to waste away
watch flesh drip from the bone
It shouldn't matter what you think
I work better on my own
"I told ya that I loved ya,
I told ya, I would care..."
soothing voices whisper,
"So will you help me hold my hair?"
How could I have ever left you?
but I forgot you hate the light
are nightmares to be my penance?
for nearly escaping from the night
sunny days ahead are fading,
and the rain will dry with time
blue skies are always changing
you are the only constant in my life.
"I'm the one you made you,
I am always there."
but darling I can't kiss you,
"and who said life was always fair?
Did I ask for an opinion?
You should have learned to hold your tongue,
look at those you drove away--
three strikes and you are done."
I want to be a human
*"You want to be a doll.
Don't tell me I don't know you,
I am your soulmate afterall."

Grow and die,
like small traces of a lingering thought,
singing to the sound of static,
and lo' my sweetheart grows ever so fair,
growing and dyin' like that thought in the air,
*****, nobody asked for a selfish opinion,
don't ask to know something when you're not up to listen,
but, I'll tell you darlin' I've had better days,
Dodging each question with a "Yes, it's okay."
and please don't cry upon the bathroom floor,
whispering obscenities to yourself, behind closed doors,
More make up, more acting, more stunt men for hire,
You won't get by no one without being a liar.
Belting out love songs, for the proper reaction,
but the crowd won't stop booing and crying for action.
so offer your head, upon a silver platter,
dress it up nicely,
because nothing else matters.