*Sappy pathetic little me*
2-17-05
Hypocritical Unsaving Love
I keep saying how much I miss hearing your voice,
But when you call
And we have those 5 to 10 minute conversations,
It's like I'm noticing for the first time the way your words drip with hypocrisy.
And the way your lies so easily slide off the tip of your tongue.
I remember thinking you were so pure,
But I'm discovering who you really are.
And I know not why I've for so long called you my savior,
For you were the one unintentionally causing my sadness.
To long we've been stuck in this endless circle of hypocrisy.
Trapped in lies,
That will never be saving.
A terrible, haunting love.
Maybe you're right,
This is for the best.
And end to a hypocritical unsaving love.
"If every person was destroyed by a broken heart, no one would be alive."
-Niffy
Noise Ordinance
Walking along this dark path alone,
There's so much noise.
Between the ringing clock tower,
The blowing horn of a freight train in the distance.
An eerie, howling wind.
The shuffle of my gimp foot,
And the steps following me in the dark.
My heart rate increases.
Paranoid.
I look around,
A figure approaching from the back,
And I see another person in the front.
What to do?
The voices in my head are screaming at me.
As everything is building up.
My breath quickening,
Approaching the point of hyperventilation.
Everything is loud enough to get a noise ordinance
And my head is throbbing.
Then...
Silence.
Nothing...
Even the wind has stopped it's howling,
Passed out on a cold, concrete sidewalk.
Too much anxiety all at once.
Shivering alone in the dark, damp cold.
No Doubt
Sunday Morning
Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion so I can complain
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you, for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now, you're looking like I used to!
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well
Hypocritical Unsaving Love
I keep saying how much I miss hearing your voice,
But when you call
And we have those 5 to 10 minute conversations,
It's like I'm noticing for the first time the way your words drip with hypocrisy.
And the way your lies so easily slide off the tip of your tongue.
I remember thinking you were so pure,
But I'm discovering who you really are.
And I know not why I've for so long called you my savior,
For you were the one unintentionally causing my sadness.
To long we've been stuck in this endless circle of hypocrisy.
Trapped in lies,
That will never be saving.
A terrible, haunting love.
Maybe you're right,
This is for the best.
And end to a hypocritical unsaving love.
"If every person was destroyed by a broken heart, no one would be alive."
-Niffy
Noise Ordinance
Walking along this dark path alone,
There's so much noise.
Between the ringing clock tower,
The blowing horn of a freight train in the distance.
An eerie, howling wind.
The shuffle of my gimp foot,
And the steps following me in the dark.
My heart rate increases.
Paranoid.
I look around,
A figure approaching from the back,
And I see another person in the front.
What to do?
The voices in my head are screaming at me.
As everything is building up.
My breath quickening,
Approaching the point of hyperventilation.
Everything is loud enough to get a noise ordinance
And my head is throbbing.
Then...
Silence.
Nothing...
Even the wind has stopped it's howling,
Passed out on a cold, concrete sidewalk.
Too much anxiety all at once.
Shivering alone in the dark, damp cold.
No Doubt
Sunday Morning
Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion so I can complain
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you, for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now, you're looking like I used to!
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well