Spend another night in dreaming,
Someday you'll be here.
Spend another day believing,
Love will dry my tears.
I'll tell you all what I've discovered
Lying here tonight,
That all the dreams that I have stolen
Cannot make it right.
Another chance to break tomorrow,
Waking with the sun.
Another chance to sleep forever,
Looking for the gun...

I can't begin to tell you
All the pain that haunts my night.
I feel my dreams, they're breaking,
And falling from my sight.
If there were any way to take it back,
Anything to say,
The thousand tears I've bled tonight
Would drown the words I pray.

It's safer this way,
If we don't talk.
If you won't listen
And I won't walk.
There's no leaving,
And no fighting
A perfect seeming peace
There's no passion,
And no loving
No sense of loss, or grief.
Just biding time,
'Til one more line
Writes my memory.
With all we've lost,
And all we've done
Reduced in clarity.
My god we once were lovers
Daring life itself.
Now we wait for life to die,
Because it's all that we have left.

Don't pretend
Don't sit here with your prtty eyes
and bore me with your sentiment
I've got a million miles to run tonight,
and no idea where my baggage went
Too many turns to try to hide
From things inside my lost lament
I'm drowing in the things you say
with no hope to save my precident.
Am  I lost, am I the one
that just can't start again,
Or is it you and your paltry lies
that brought me to this end ??
I'm not the type to run away, I love too much to fight,
But I've no other choices, if I survive tonight.
So this wall I've built, and the things inside,
I blame it all on you,
I'd try to bear the burden,
but what good would it do ??
It leads me to another time, another waiting end
Another lonely evening,
trying to pretend.....

I don't know how to say this,
What mincing words to write
I wish that I could write it,
And it wouldn't sound so trite.
I wish it all made sense again,
Like so long it used to do.
I could have kept my happy thoughts,
And you could have them, too.
There are mortal wounds appearing
In the love that we professed,
And a heart that's barely beating
All alone within my chest.
I locked the door so softly,
So you wouldn't hear it click.
And I know the clock is counting,
Though I cannot hear it tick.
My muse is pain, she writes my song,
I'm so firmly in her grasp,
You've fallen for a poets love...
A slowly closing trap.

Say it to my face.
Most venoms are potable.