There’s a silence in-between the broken ecstasy of youth
The dysfunctional becomes the idealistic way of everyday behavior
The act of pretense and the loud incomprehensible filth
Take a listen to this person
Hear their story unfold
Tell me you can’t feel their hearts fault
That slip of the tongue
That downward glance
And tell me you agree
A fluid filled night
Music that cuts through the room so quietly
Conversation so easily forgettable
Memories so happily forgotten
Nights we ‘blissfully’ collect become the substance of being
The reality of fiction
I pretend to care about
We carelessly listen to ignorance and stupidity
Fall in love on a night of this
Fall in love with a lie that’s so perfectly built
Building a life with the strangers around us
Strangers we pretend to know
Strangers we pretend to be.
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
There’s a silence in-between the broken ecstasy of youth
The dysfunctional becomes the idealistic way of everyday behavior
The act of pretense and the loud incomprehensible filth
Take a listen to this person
Hear their story unfold
Tell me you can’t feel their hearts fault
That slip of the tongue
That downward glance
And tell me you agree
A fluid filled night
Music that cuts through the room so quietly
Conversation so easily forgettable
Memories so happily forgotten
Nights we ‘blissfully’ collect become the substance of being
The reality of fiction
I pretend to care about
We carelessly listen to ignorance and stupidity
Fall in love on a night of this
Fall in love with a lie that’s so perfectly built
Building a life with the strangers around us
Strangers we pretend to know
Strangers we pretend to be.
