It's the most perfect day
Walking along with your memory
It catches the bus
It has learnt all about trigonometry
Of course i wonder what you're up to
Love the occasional coversation it's true
But you don't know just what you've done
You never even needed to use a gun
The you i've got will stay with me
While the you she's got can't be free

Not so fairytale ending
Laught it up mummy dear
You'll be happy for the sending
It's finally all come clear

My light is no longer pending
The drop turned out to be sheer
Only how do i start the mending
I've got so much to fear

One day has passed
We ran out of cast
It's all in the past
It went by too fast
If you could see us now
You would wonder how

I don't want to know you've lain there
like a soldier from some war,
I don't want to see you laying there
like a victim from the 80's,
I don't want to hear you've been there
like i often fear you will,
I don't want to taste your words
knowing they may be your last,
I don't want to smell that smell
smelt so many times before,
I don't want to hold your silent lips
smiling in my head,
YET
I know you would die like a soldier
fighting to the last breath.
I know you would die as many did in the 80's
fallen victim to the pitiful life.
I know you must return there
far to often is the day.
I know your words
the anatidote to my thoughts.
I know the smell
so what is one more time.
I know my love of your lips
sharnt merely be tempormental
And i know above all that with you in mind,
Never shall i be poor.

I can colour in the lines,
and draw in 3-D
But even that would never make you see.
I can do a funny dance
One of old fasion and style,
Maybe the twist
or maybe spin the dial.
I can laugh and i can cry
Sometimes for no reason,
Sometimes wishing to die.
I can fly and i can sing
In my mind i might even win.
I can see and i can hear
Much to your contrary belief of me
From your rear.
I can sleep and i can wake
I can read and i can bake
But pick on me you managed to do
For trivial things like the way i tied my shoe.
I used to think i was good at all these things
but i all i had to do was picture you
Picture you i would and all hope was gone
Gone with the wind for someone else
Perhaps a strong person would use it to take a stand
But none of this matters
because you've done it all
Even turn on my mp3
The volume not starting low.
But in all my life, i think i win
For i have tried even if i lost the spin
In all my life never once have i seen you try
Try like you never expected to die
And for this i thankyou
For that's the reason i can now
Now do all these things without picturing you.
...well maybe that's not entirely true...
From time to time (all the time)
I do still picture you
But it's getting less and less now (you lying cow)
And i acknowledge what you did with a bow
(to spit on your shoe)
I can think of your failure and push right on through.
I know that might not be the nicest thing,
But after all you left many rings.
Yes, i admire your trying
And your lack of dying
But maybe in life it helps to let someone through
Someone to help you tie your shoe.
I'm glad that you're happy
In a weird kind of way
For i can't help but see you and remember the way
You don't say hello
You don't say goodbye
Maybe we just needed to let it die.
I'm sorry if i hurt you with my painful presence
But at least i don't squeeze out your every essence.

I understand why the night is feared.
Red's no longer red's
Nor are the blue's any blue
Each thing represented to us by a colour upon the day
Is no longer represented in such a manner
Everything is raw
The blacks and the blurry greys of night
We are faced with the cruel defiant reality
Of the things we see as bright or happy
Everything is shown for what it is
Regardless of it's fake exterior paint job
It's true essence revealed
No longer hidden behind layers of fake paint
Only destined to peel