and that's just it
the beauty in lies
the perception that everything's alright
like the difference between
looking at something
and looking past it
its hard for me
when i sometimes mix the two
and how it leaves me thinking
about the day
you ran away
how i spent the year in bed
when i was far too 'tired' to pick up the phone
cause i was under the assumption
that you'd come back
if i couldn't help myself
and im calling out for the paramedics
cause i drank myself blue again
sprawled out on this tile floor
when they found me
they started pumping up memories
pumping memories of the day when you said we needed to 'TALK'
how i spent that night on the bridge burning my throat
coughing up the day
that i saw you with him
how it started the cycle all over again
well its been a lonely year
one year too much
since the last meal we had together
in your favorite diner
with the juke box
and the old music
and how ive stopped singing those songs
i guess it's no coincidence
that the birds fly away whenever im around
cause i can't see you for who you are
if all ive know is what youre not
and as the words slip from my mouth
the rain begins to fall
as if God thought it necessary
to fill these wounds with more than just blood
someone was on the bridge the other day
they were close to jumping
with endless races of cars sweeping by
and its hard to look at something
when all im looking at is the past
and now that I think about it
i wish that was me
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
and that's just it
the beauty in lies
the perception that everything's alright
like the difference between
looking at something
and looking past it
its hard for me
when i sometimes mix the two
and how it leaves me thinking
about the day
you ran away
how i spent the year in bed
when i was far too 'tired' to pick up the phone
cause i was under the assumption
that you'd come back
if i couldn't help myself
and im calling out for the paramedics
cause i drank myself blue again
sprawled out on this tile floor
when they found me
they started pumping up memories
pumping memories of the day when you said we needed to 'TALK'
how i spent that night on the bridge burning my throat
coughing up the day
that i saw you with him
how it started the cycle all over again
well its been a lonely year
one year too much
since the last meal we had together
in your favorite diner
with the juke box
and the old music
and how ive stopped singing those songs
i guess it's no coincidence
that the birds fly away whenever im around
cause i can't see you for who you are
if all ive know is what youre not
and as the words slip from my mouth
the rain begins to fall
as if God thought it necessary
to fill these wounds with more than just blood
someone was on the bridge the other day
they were close to jumping
with endless races of cars sweeping by
and its hard to look at something
when all im looking at is the past
and now that I think about it
i wish that was me
