It's beyond me I swear
This will get me every time
So breakable, so malleable
These thoughts, they are not mine.
Turntables of transformations,
Ghosts of reasons past,
They swear up and down, they do,
But it's the logic in them that lacks.
Caressing tragedy and levitating love,
My lungs are filled with poisonous air,
Spiraling curves of crazy and impossible,
These thoughts they do not care.
Taken down by all forces,
I seem to strong to be this weak,
My energy leaves the body,
My soul can barely speak.
Patterns of places,
Once familiar to my mind,
Take over my senses,
These thoughts they are not kind.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 3:38 AM UTC
It's beyond me I swear
This will get me every time
So breakable, so malleable
These thoughts, they are not mine.
Turntables of transformations,
Ghosts of reasons past,
They swear up and down, they do,
But it's the logic in them that lacks.
Caressing tragedy and levitating love,
My lungs are filled with poisonous air,
Spiraling curves of crazy and impossible,
These thoughts they do not care.
Taken down by all forces,
I seem to strong to be this weak,
My energy leaves the body,
My soul can barely speak.
Patterns of places,
Once familiar to my mind,
Take over my senses,
These thoughts they are not kind.
