and such and such and such and such
my formative years strung together by vain tears.
...
punch until my knuckles bloody
thought i was at least your buddy
loved the wrong one while i was screaming
shoot me now i must be dreaming
fighting like a couple babies
bitten by a bug with rabies
frothing mouths we spit and bark
it was all doomed from the start
keep the solace you inflected
in your speech that you directed
at my heart with broken strings
i loved all of those things
all those little things
and now her arms wrap tight around me
and the kisses we press astound me
and the constellations approve
aligned in directions new
forget all you remembered
and sleep until december
come back with a desire to amend
against all the pleasantries we said
and at least show me a tolerance
to the memories we fought against
nothing will change the smoking gun
and when you leave i'll find another one to love
a fairer finer soul to keep
but it wont ever be as good as this
i wont ever peaceful sleep
...
estranged and wanting; i desire things that keep me insane. the things that keep me from dream. i stay up too late. i stay up way too late.
far from reach, i wonder how much you love him. you kept me up so many nights with your splendid candidness, i wonder what peace you have found in his arms. i wonder mostly what the meaning of all this is.
the words tower over me. they enslave me. inside my heart i know the truth but dare not speak a word.
...
"And an obsession with the past is like a kid flying
Just a few things are related to the old times
When we did believe in magic and we didn’t die
It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insight
YOUR INSIGHT YOUR INSIGHT YOUR INSIGHT"
...
broad and lost. abroad and lost. not a big deal. not a fortune teller. not a freebased drug. love me. love me, you fool. love me, you fucker. why? WHY?
...
the day i figured this out, i mean, that is to say, the day i figured out i loved you, you spoke it first. i could barely whisper the reciprocation in your ears. i could barely find the strength to admit my love. in any case, i drink myself to a nirvana of truth. my inhibitions cease. my failures fade. in this state i know only freedom.
i know only liberty.
...
formed. former. four men. formen.
found and lost, i understand the keepsakes. i understand why so many acids kept their impressions in paper. i understand why so many faulty machine parts carved their etchings into concrete. we can't leave the forges no matter how hard we try. we can't express what we want to say because we are so proud.
but know i love you, know i care.
...
settling on the re-fractions of the ceaseless
the beasts know what we fear
nothing we love leaves with bitterness
former loves appear
looks linger to a lear
and nothing i say could change history
but if i smash what i dont understand
my knuckles will be blister free
because of my strong hands
because of strung-together strands.
counting infinite grains of sand.
...
..
.
...
punch until my knuckles bloody
thought i was at least your buddy
loved the wrong one while i was screaming
shoot me now i must be dreaming
fighting like a couple babies
bitten by a bug with rabies
frothing mouths we spit and bark
it was all doomed from the start
keep the solace you inflected
in your speech that you directed
at my heart with broken strings
i loved all of those things
all those little things
and now her arms wrap tight around me
and the kisses we press astound me
and the constellations approve
aligned in directions new
forget all you remembered
and sleep until december
come back with a desire to amend
against all the pleasantries we said
and at least show me a tolerance
to the memories we fought against
nothing will change the smoking gun
and when you leave i'll find another one to love
a fairer finer soul to keep
but it wont ever be as good as this
i wont ever peaceful sleep
...
estranged and wanting; i desire things that keep me insane. the things that keep me from dream. i stay up too late. i stay up way too late.
far from reach, i wonder how much you love him. you kept me up so many nights with your splendid candidness, i wonder what peace you have found in his arms. i wonder mostly what the meaning of all this is.
the words tower over me. they enslave me. inside my heart i know the truth but dare not speak a word.
...
"And an obsession with the past is like a kid flying
Just a few things are related to the old times
When we did believe in magic and we didn’t die
It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insight
YOUR INSIGHT YOUR INSIGHT YOUR INSIGHT"
...
broad and lost. abroad and lost. not a big deal. not a fortune teller. not a freebased drug. love me. love me, you fool. love me, you fucker. why? WHY?
...
the day i figured this out, i mean, that is to say, the day i figured out i loved you, you spoke it first. i could barely whisper the reciprocation in your ears. i could barely find the strength to admit my love. in any case, i drink myself to a nirvana of truth. my inhibitions cease. my failures fade. in this state i know only freedom.
i know only liberty.
...
formed. former. four men. formen.
found and lost, i understand the keepsakes. i understand why so many acids kept their impressions in paper. i understand why so many faulty machine parts carved their etchings into concrete. we can't leave the forges no matter how hard we try. we can't express what we want to say because we are so proud.
but know i love you, know i care.
...
settling on the re-fractions of the ceaseless
the beasts know what we fear
nothing we love leaves with bitterness
former loves appear
looks linger to a lear
and nothing i say could change history
but if i smash what i dont understand
my knuckles will be blister free
because of my strong hands
because of strung-together strands.
counting infinite grains of sand.
...
..
.