casual conversations read like a book
11/5/2003
presentable and proud
a cold shower will clean you off
bloodstained and loud
scream me your heroic stories
is being insecure in your job description?
"...saves the day" is ordinary
under the floorboard
split the wood, and rip your name
red ink uncensored
i wait until everyone's gone to bring up my life
i'd hate to say i blame you, but it'd be as smooth as skin
lately, excuses are easy
half and half comes to mind
sometimes i wish i lost my voice, so then i'd have an excuse not to talk
avoid me at all costs
i'd write your name in blood and underline it twice
you say you love me, do you mean it?
my paranoia's kicking in
Looks like more sad songs are in store
.....This all relates
nervous habit of tearing skin
wait to stutter for late nights
easier said on the way out
innocent homicide from a distance
new flesh covers past wounds
can an identity be retraced?
let's take a drive by the borderline
she said "i can be in both at once"
don't believe, she's killed before
clear the air with old smoke...
we don't coincide
as much as i lie to myself
my kite string's broken
and this fairy tale is unreliable
minor chords play off in the background
As i lay upside down watching the stars form reality
And i sink into the soft comfort, hoping to remain forever.
You speak only as needed
but i let you read me and for that i am sorry
We resort back to sun based days only to establish that past years were ones of content
I wish you still were that stranger,
if i were that artificial.
I would have apologized for your waste of time.
Delaying the point when the rain leaks through my window,
only to trickle down those sea green walls and leave stains
because it's only unavoidable
& words dance to those same minor chords on restless nights
Late night hallucinations unfold me
and you melt with me unexpectedly
proof lies within wrinkled marks on paper
I'd only give you false wounds,
as we pass through walls
My worst intentions weren't meant to wither your sun kissed bouquet
but on nights like these do voices become aquainted to hear of paranoia
you've seeped into me enless this was insecurity
and you trace with fingertips leaving me vulnerable
Now my hair flows naturally
but the sad acoustics play once more
Pen draws over sore joints
seen through a glass window
covered with mascara and water stains....
-very upset when writing this. bored. no one will read these so it doesnt matter.
presentable and proud
a cold shower will clean you off
bloodstained and loud
scream me your heroic stories
is being insecure in your job description?
"...saves the day" is ordinary
under the floorboard
split the wood, and rip your name
red ink uncensored
i wait until everyone's gone to bring up my life
i'd hate to say i blame you, but it'd be as smooth as skin
lately, excuses are easy
half and half comes to mind
sometimes i wish i lost my voice, so then i'd have an excuse not to talk
avoid me at all costs
i'd write your name in blood and underline it twice
you say you love me, do you mean it?
my paranoia's kicking in
Looks like more sad songs are in store
.....This all relates
nervous habit of tearing skin
wait to stutter for late nights
easier said on the way out
innocent homicide from a distance
new flesh covers past wounds
can an identity be retraced?
let's take a drive by the borderline
she said "i can be in both at once"
don't believe, she's killed before
clear the air with old smoke...
we don't coincide
as much as i lie to myself
my kite string's broken
and this fairy tale is unreliable
minor chords play off in the background
As i lay upside down watching the stars form reality
And i sink into the soft comfort, hoping to remain forever.
You speak only as needed
but i let you read me and for that i am sorry
We resort back to sun based days only to establish that past years were ones of content
I wish you still were that stranger,
if i were that artificial.
I would have apologized for your waste of time.
Delaying the point when the rain leaks through my window,
only to trickle down those sea green walls and leave stains
because it's only unavoidable
& words dance to those same minor chords on restless nights
Late night hallucinations unfold me
and you melt with me unexpectedly
proof lies within wrinkled marks on paper
I'd only give you false wounds,
as we pass through walls
My worst intentions weren't meant to wither your sun kissed bouquet
but on nights like these do voices become aquainted to hear of paranoia
you've seeped into me enless this was insecurity
and you trace with fingertips leaving me vulnerable
Now my hair flows naturally
but the sad acoustics play once more
Pen draws over sore joints
seen through a glass window
covered with mascara and water stains....
-very upset when writing this. bored. no one will read these so it doesnt matter.