The Definition of "Numbers" (Part Two)
Refresh (read Part One)
Smells like rain
I love the rain
There’s nothing like the slow realization you’re not outside my house tonight
And you won’t be,
Ever again,
Because breaking up with me wasn’t the mistake,
Going out with me was
No one really gets it
Everyone calls you an asshole
And jumps to my side
Not that you aren’t one or anything-
But no one knows what you were to me
Were.
Because I don’t think I’ll ever let you mean that to me again
What a waste of emotions,
And you were the last person I thought I’d be suckered into
Every pretty word that came out of those chapped lips
(Below that big nose
Between those blue eyes)
Was like a secret
You always left me hanging
Wanting more
It was as if there was more,
Not just empty space
It was like finding a wall behind the door you’ve been dying to open
Door 1
Door 2, or
Door 3
And you’ve had your eye on Door 2 since you stepped on the stage
But once you open it unto that brick wall
You desperately wish you’d chosen Door 1 or Door 3
With the secret to being happy or in love behind it
Not some wall,
Cold from the winds blowing on the other side
Snow always made me think of you
Now it’s spring
Warm days with rain attached
I’ve always loved rain
No one’s managed to ruin it for me yet
Dancing under streetlights in a thunderstorm
So prefect the lightning turns the sky blue
Only I have no one to dance with
There’s no two ghosts dancing on a summer night with the windows rolled down
But she did die
But he lived on-
To go kill more,
I presume
Doesn’t matter now
He’s moved away from this place where his image stains the corner
Her ghost wanders the halls in search of something
She lost long before that night
Maybe it’s better to be dead
The body’s still there you know
The blood’s stopped
Her eyes are open
His tears,
Mixed with the blood,
Is caked on the floor
At least someone cried over her
She can hear it now
The rain falls gently around her ankles
As it rushed past down the sewer drain
Bare feet with painted toes
She’s never been so graceful
And you’ve only seen her fall
But the windows aren’t rolled down,
You don’t want the water ruining the seats
There’s no music as she dances alone
And that’s the way it should be
I was supposed to be pretty
I was supposed to have it all
And I just found out I’m beautiful