the moments over
and a voice from within
is speaking softly
a hiss of again
climbing up the hill
when we're all insane;
like a front-facing backwards gravy train
can I jump into a heart, and dream?
See the woman waiting for her hearse?
I'm gonna pursue her until I feel worse.
I can't face,
a warm embrace,
without mild disgrace,
upon my soul (not my face)
I've got years to wait.
Came as I was a little late
(Can't you relate?)
my eyes are tired
and red
so great.
(I love my mistakes)
which one are you?
(the one with the brains?)
is it you who's been driving me insane?
(I can't even finish the food on my plate)
moments over,
stashed in Fate.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
the moments over
and a voice from within
is speaking softly
a hiss of again
climbing up the hill
when we're all insane;
like a front-facing backwards gravy train
can I jump into a heart, and dream?
See the woman waiting for her hearse?
I'm gonna pursue her until I feel worse.
I can't face,
a warm embrace,
without mild disgrace,
upon my soul (not my face)
I've got years to wait.
Came as I was a little late
(Can't you relate?)
my eyes are tired
and red
so great.
(I love my mistakes)
which one are you?
(the one with the brains?)
is it you who's been driving me insane?
(I can't even finish the food on my plate)
moments over,
stashed in Fate.
Youth and Hedonism fused
