Living on dimes
at the corner store, always trying to find a way to make a few more. Not worried about the mansion or a new corvette. Just wanna make sure my baby's set. Cause we've always been on borrowed time. Never had to do more than just survive. But now that somebody's gonna count on me, I'm going to make them proud. Don't believe me? Just wait and see.
I cannot write
nor can I speak My thoughts are empty My feelings are weak I’m but a void that **** everything but time Time still moves too fast Too quick to fall in line I’d want forever but age won’t permit So I’ll settle for eve on nights that I submit I long for the scythe to take what was never mine under the dark hood I loom begging for it take the borrowed time
I don't know what will happen
In the world of tomorrow. So today, I'll do my best With the time I've borrowed
I have been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.
I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour. I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months. I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
You build your nest of pretty words, Sly threads of verbiage, Plucked from outworn phrases, Secondhand sentiments and frayed metaphors. A thorny simile, a faded pink ribbon, Of rhetoric woven with silky streamers; A warp and weft of fond and found, Borrowed references and stolen verses. You recycle the shining heart, Of another’s penmanship, Modelling it into a tarnished, Uninspired and untitled composition ...OF YOUR OWN...
‘I get a lot of big ideas, and occasionally I actually come up with one myself.’
- Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic
The knife scalps it,
The chaplain advised them to watch and pray, He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse, Once or twice this side of death, He will just do nothing at all.
I have thought about it for awhile
And don't care what other people say I want to be part of yout life This might be the only way Don't see you as the bad guy Not mad or angry, just hurt Even though I know it's wrong I think "**** he looks **** in that shirt" Feel the electricity in the air Can tell you feel the familiar thrill Is the alcohol to blame? Or do you truly love me still? We reach at the same time to touch Holding your hand just seems so right I wish that I did not have to let go Wish I could stay the rest of the night When I have to say goodbye It's hard to pull away and leave I long to remain in your arms forever It feels better than I dare to believe Then you lean down to kiss me It is bliss. It's too perfect to be real I had almost forgotten how wonderful Your lips could taste and feel I know that you're drunk and it's late I'm hoping that you feel the spark And I am hoping my mouth will remind you Of those nights we spent in the dark Thank you for making me complete again Giving me your love to borrow Even if it is just for right now I will not regret it tomorrow
Tonight I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow
Her hair became darker and her thoughts became wild
And her heart became heavy and her dreams became mild Her lips became softer and her eyes became sorrowed And her hands became beaten and her love became borrowed
love something in between
love the chase love the adventure, but this time the wings failed to ****** the wind love the rush love the warmth love the ecstasy-- euphoria by something borrowed love the game and play it hard fight or fold yet what's at stake is more than I'm willing to risk