Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease
Ostentatious, drifting memories
They meld into one, fall to your knees
Conscripted love, forced to believe.
The pleasant hours often show
The check is signalled, liquor flows
Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin
Every touch a knowing nod to sin.
We’re all that’s left
Mere animated corpses on the Earth
The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants
Ambition while it’s stable never lasts.
All complex emotions hide beneath
Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed
Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet
Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet.
Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter
Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards
Voices prized above, not untoward.
The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict
Complications always rise
They never sink.
Every song I write begins like this. An unorganised collection of what I believe are witty lines and clever insights into daily life (obviously warped by my perspective). :P I take what fits best with the music and words that tickle on the tongue. Often, the underlying story/idea/theme becomes even more vague (non-existent).
