I think you may think I’m pretty
I also think that’s not enough
To make me want to know beyond your name
Or hold the different layers of warmth between your fingers
The walls stand against me tonight
There is feral love within the unseen of our dreams
Why do you croon so insolently, child?
The forces of gravity are in your favor, be keen
I want to taste your pain and insecurities
I want the exposure of your body to melt in my mouth
Cherry blossoms spring forth from desolate hymns
Autumn leaves spur foolishly among the skies
Press your throat against my earlobe
I want to hear you louder
I want to hear you clear
Your every sigh, a memory left for me to dwell on
Your every moan, an undoing, my virgin’s suicide
These are the things that matter, the more you get the less you are
The higher you are, the more you fall
The more you fall apart
These are the words that hold my youth
These are the words that hold my heart
These are the words that will never be enough, no never be enough
To make you less you and make you more mine
Yet I hope for your life, I hope for you, I do
There are subliminal messages on my birthday cake
The candle lit itself on fire cause it did not know
No, it did not know how to feel about time
Glow in the darkness with me, monsieur
There are secret worlds in your mind
That you yourself are not aware of
Let the strum of vision put you to sleep
f-f-feel it, again and again
In your bones, on my bed
You've got to close your eyes to see me better
There are ghosts in the back of my head
They want to know
Don’t tell them why
Neither one
Neither one of us
Will make it down this hill alive
Gila, Gila, Gila
They will teach us everything
Except how to mourn, except how to die
Maybe I will change
Maybe things will change
Maybe you will change your mind
Madame, I meant it when I called you pretty
Madame, I meant it when I held your hand
Piano tuner vibrations at one-hundred-fifty decibels form inside my chest
Yet, it's not enough
No, it's never enough
To hurt the soft smoldering of my insides
With the conditioned paradise of your pain.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
I think you may think I’m pretty
I also think that’s not enough
To make me want to know beyond your name
Or hold the different layers of warmth between your fingers
The walls stand against me tonight
There is feral love within the unseen of our dreams
Why do you croon so insolently, child?
The forces of gravity are in your favor, be keen
I want to taste your pain and insecurities
I want the exposure of your body to melt in my mouth
Cherry blossoms spring forth from desolate hymns
Autumn leaves spur foolishly among the skies
Press your throat against my earlobe
I want to hear you louder
I want to hear you clear
Your every sigh, a memory left for me to dwell on
Your every moan, an undoing, my virgin’s suicide
These are the things that matter, the more you get the less you are
The higher you are, the more you fall
The more you fall apart
These are the words that hold my youth
These are the words that hold my heart
These are the words that will never be enough, no never be enough
To make you less you and make you more mine
Yet I hope for your life, I hope for you, I do
There are subliminal messages on my birthday cake
The candle lit itself on fire cause it did not know
No, it did not know how to feel about time
Glow in the darkness with me, monsieur
There are secret worlds in your mind
That you yourself are not aware of
Let the strum of vision put you to sleep
f-f-feel it, again and again
In your bones, on my bed
You've got to close your eyes to see me better
There are ghosts in the back of my head
They want to know
Don’t tell them why
Neither one
Neither one of us
Will make it down this hill alive
Gila, Gila, Gila
They will teach us everything
Except how to mourn, except how to die
Maybe I will change
Maybe things will change
Maybe you will change your mind
Madame, I meant it when I called you pretty
Madame, I meant it when I held your hand
Piano tuner vibrations at one-hundred-fifty decibels form inside my chest
Yet, it's not enough
No, it's never enough
To hurt the soft smoldering of my insides
With the conditioned paradise of your pain.
