May 07, 2006 06:56
It Was Just Another Melody that I Wrote a Harmony For
And my head hurts cause I haven’t written a thought in ages
They knock on the walls of my skull and beg to come through iron bars
so tonight in this emotional apocalypse they’ll make a jailbreak
whisk themselves into the night and set the clouds on fire
once more I’ll be left on the bottom floor, arms in the air
fist fighting more ghosts, making self incisions, re-sowing a suture
waking up to wonder why the medicine cabinet mirrors
are hanging by hinges and the spider webs stretch to their edges
I’ll wake up and fade, become the silhouette in your nightmare
the one who stands in the shadows around last corners and midnight bends
who saves you from way ward taxis speeding through the night
and throws a coat over you in the last light
it breaks open shutters and blinds so I’m discovered
pill bottle in hand, split head, whiskey drowned stomach
eyes wide open and heart fast beating, vibrating a skeletal xylophone
and a smile on my face at the ceiling, cause the lines made your face
yeah, you always made that face