When your face drains to white
and black grows around your eyes,
when you continue to live in mid-night songs,
even as your heart beat becomes a surprise.
When the weekend's velveteen fields
are filled with resentment, and stained blue -
every **** text, upon every eve,
two years straight and still I hope it's you.
You were the painful medicine,
replacing my October-distraught sinews,
two hearts beating blindly
one out of synch, starting to confuse;
oh I'm running, I'm crying
and I'm racing the dawning clock -
you're so transfixing, and surprising
lurking where reality stops;
loving you is like loving a blade,
one lone westerner
comforting, stroking, fulfilling his own demise -
I'm useless, pathetic,
and you're still Pretty Crystal Blue Eyes...
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
When your face drains to white
and black grows around your eyes,
when you continue to live in mid-night songs,
even as your heart beat becomes a surprise.
When the weekend's velveteen fields
are filled with resentment, and stained blue -
every **** text, upon every eve,
two years straight and still I hope it's you.
You were the painful medicine,
replacing my October-distraught sinews,
two hearts beating blindly
one out of synch, starting to confuse;
oh I'm running, I'm crying
and I'm racing the dawning clock -
you're so transfixing, and surprising
lurking where reality stops;
loving you is like loving a blade,
one lone westerner
comforting, stroking, fulfilling his own demise -
I'm useless, pathetic,
and you're still Pretty Crystal Blue Eyes...
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