We're loose associations. Brutality queues the phrases. Reality loses luster, in fallow with boot to daisies .
Cowering and embracing our trusted tomes, honing a fruitless joke, that only touches on tones that suit the layman
Famous and clueless faces. Racing to rue the cadence. Faking a sweet embrace, for imminent tears, but grew impatient.
California coos sooth impostor fits, but it's a syndrome fifty shades dense, and way to thick to fit the staples.
In case you were getting wayward; our guiding fables, sentinels that they are, will guard the stables and bark orders, pouring out the spirits and clearing history, with brazen logic. Honestly, I carved a broken heart, instead of tapping the maple, sue me.
He’s so mad, But I love him so bad. I can’t help but to feel so sad. Tap, tap, tap, my cigarettes pack goes. Beat, beat, beat, my heart beats for him. What else can I do, when we aren’t near? Knock, knock, knock. I knock on his door. He opens the door, I love him so much.
If I was an empty glass Depression would be water A tap being left on over night Over weeks Over years Me desperately trying to catch every drop before anyone notices Time bringing me close to the brim Another drop would bring me over the edge Im full now
Like a tap, cold and misshapen You can twist me and watch words come out Mixed in with the tears, fluoride confessions, Equally dangerous in quantity As bitter I'm pushed To tell you I never wished to speak To tell you I'm alone That I long lost what you were In cramped days
I feel sick Not learning, not learning And dashing my mind against you Tearing myself up And pouring out like Feral confessions
Turn me off, stop me speaking For only your eyes Have the strength to twist me up inside And pour me out Like a tap