i packed up the city
into three boxes
and headed for
the suburbs
i'm trading street lamps
for christmas lights
and coffee for green tea,
lust for love and so on

you may exsist
but you are a ghost to me
as am I
for it seems you never knew me
oh the sweet irony
oh the innocent trust
oh I don't blame you
for who am I to say
the flaws I release are as real as yours
but I know that the blood I bleed
may of led you astray
as for I know I was never easy
in the end
love fades like the light in my eyes that night
when I believed it would last for awhile
but every moment is fleeting
every promise is misleading
or so I have learned
the lines got tangled
I was choking myself out
I would be lying if I said I was alright
for I have seen my mistakes in the clearest light
the reflection in the mirror oh so real
the reality of my position, spinning fast as the wheel
thank you for all its worth
I may now be a ghost of these streets
those memories just linger in the air I breathe
I feel the cold of the pavement beneath my feet
you are now a ghost
for it seemed none of this never happened
maybe, oh maybe we can just forget
or at least I hope you suceed
the last time we spoke still haunts me
so dry and dull
the words so stale and short
in time
all good things must come to and end
and so it did...it is better that way

the bed is empty
try to fill it with foreign bodies
when my skin graces theirs
its cold
their eyes so desolate...
where's the love I used to know?
this heart of mine is vacant
a quick one, then they go,
I am left there tired
feeling used and old...
where's the love I used to know?

in the night i treat you like a shadow,
in the light your like a glare of the sun,
I see your figure and I run...
tragity is treating the one you loved like a stranger,
seeing their presence as a fear,
sense the danger...
there is nothing left to say
when its all come to grey
when the moments have come to fade
when all you hold is now empty air
its tragity to see the things you love come and disappear...

Each rain drop seems to burn my skin as it lands
It wouldn't be the same if it didn't.
You see, I listen to indie music just to cheer me up,
because each note played resembles a minor
Though, the rhythm of my soul was a minor part of yours

Unsuitable; like the jeans that covers my chilled skin in the summer
your presence collided with mine like fireflies.
Bright enough to blind me from beauty,
you stole the integrity right from the words that slide through my teeth;
left me in the midsummer euphoria
but was striped enough to not see whats beneath

Not too sure if it's your words that left marks;
must have been that bite of your psyches shark.
Hot sand that seems to burn my feet but still I stand in the residual heat
because there I know my pain is real;
not some story my heart tries to feel

Now that the night approaches, I hold my breath
just so I can deal with the complications I see starting to peel
off your jacket and into the sand;
*so others can see the troubles we left abandoned