And this is desperation
it is muttering to a windowshade and dreaming
"always" "always" always
it is looking without seeing
when every side street and roadside looks like
the devil's territory
it is what you sound like when you speak
all your sentences backwards
it is listening to sad songs on airplanes
and pretending like nothing has ever changed before
it is staring at varicose veins
like vandals
underwater
it is building shelves for every little thing
so every bigger thing goes not astray
it is becoming a martyr
for the morningdew chills
it is watching as skyscrapers blur
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
And this is desperation
it is muttering to a windowshade and dreaming
"always" "always" always
it is looking without seeing
when every side street and roadside looks like
the devil's territory
it is what you sound like when you speak
all your sentences backwards
it is listening to sad songs on airplanes
and pretending like nothing has ever changed before
it is staring at varicose veins
like vandals
underwater
it is building shelves for every little thing
so every bigger thing goes not astray
it is becoming a martyr
for the morningdew chills
it is watching as skyscrapers blur
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