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Jul 08, 2007 03:43


alone with her plastic cup
her beautiful mixture of alcohol and luck
hoping this may be the night
to find her new temporary delight
but we all know that when daylight comes
all her feelings will be surpressed and numbed
get over it, get over it, just another lonely night
fight it off, fight it off, soon it will be light

we wonder around the stars
sipping cups in the empty bars
hoping, hoping that there may be something worth while
I close my eyes and pretend to dial
that number that I hold so dear
that voice that was so near
please pick up, pick up your phone
don't let me be all alone
your voice may succomb the cries
please deny all these lies
we were so close, don't let this beauty die
close your eyes, and give this another try
sip it down, drink it away
the fears that are casted by the day
the past doesn't matter
and the people will always gather
love was always our secret song
don't pretend, you knew this all along.
summer will refresh those couragous thoughts
bring back the butterflies and the tickling knots

the love songs keep playing in my head
the tune is there, but the lyrics are misread
alone, alone she cries, again and again he tries
nothing ever happens right, there is never a flight
love is limited by gravity, the heart is just another cavity
i want to escape from the realm,  but his thoughts have cought me from my helm
they keep bringing me, bringing me down
sewed around me like  a disappointing gown
cut me loose, untie my dreams
let go of me, unhand my seams

the words keep playing in her head
it hurts her so much, like a peircing needle and thread
alone, alone she cries
together, together we die
nothing can hold us from falling
no parachute, no legs, just keep crawling
wait til we cross that finish line
you've got an ace, I'm left with a nine
cause alone, alone I cry
and together, together we die
because our dreams are slowly fading
and the restrictions make these thoughts forbading
but I want to get out of this prison alive
I want to cut the noose and let go of the knive
bring back my hope, bring back my trust
I give up on love, I buy into lust
no more lonely nights, no more hopekess cries
thank god that my heart will slowly die

... what happens when you're drunk and attempt poetry

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