Jun 29, 2007 01:48
I get distracted by the raindrops when they spread two inches wide on the pavement because yours voice is at the same frequency as the sky pounding on the ground so my ears only embrace the buzzing sound that this irony creates. The chances on making eyes at me is so very slimso when i dream I refuse to believe this is happening. So I cry at night when my blankets spill over the sides of my mattress like waterfalls in the pacific and i just want to jump into the rocks below but with my luck they will disappear like they always do. But not this time. I'll spilt that granite right in two, just like you told me it would. So shield your eyes because I'll jump, I'm planning on it. I'd never want to soil this beautiful site with your eyes watching me shatter. There is no real difference between sand and soil when you are dead or dying. So tonight, the world is flat and I'll fall off eventually. Oh baby, turn your head back because i know you would never let yourself get your hands wet.