second chances are wrapped with silence (and time)

[geturgunandplay]

i know i do this to myself.
but what i saw fall,
has scared my perception.
black set against white,
sinking into the Suns' vacant position,
forming the jigsaw
into a new array of pieces.
is it a hand or a knife?

what i hold in my hand,
i will cast away.
i don't care if its a waste of my time...
you just feel so good.

the earth grew so cold,
or was i just slowing down.
giving regret a crystal clear path,
a cobblestone rupture,
to the lost sea of stones
that weigh me down like memories.
is this the plan of attack,
or is it the rescue crews' dream?

what i hold in my hand,
i will cast away.
i don't care if its a waste of my time...
you just feel so good.

you fingers intertwining mine,
seems like a waste of time.
the rapturous taste of your breath,
seems like a waste of time.
and the satin coat of your skin,
seems like a waste of time.
i don't care about waking up,
seems like a waste of time.
to lay here dreaming of this lie,
seems like a waste of my time.