a part apart from the rest
porcelain fangs pierce fleeting flesh
"come on, just this once"

no long talk, just chit chat
pallets and patterns
hearts in in revery clamoring for resolve carved under cork trees per request
hallowed by hollow feelings collecting dust
we invented this

sip wine with swine
said he's lost his guns
from gratitude to attitude
i'm not the one
3 musketeers
it's all for one

today they're blowing whistles beyond known existence
blink and you'll miss it
i'm indifferent

"everything i say is trite and cliche but it's sincere. it's a cheap substitute for how i feel. but it's all i've got, youre all i've got."

eyes light up as flames spark under the drunkest in the flood
we flock to the familiarity of strange voices

vacant eyes
high and driving
like no one could stop us

holding onto old anthems
we only speak in delicacies

moving through the mud
permanently off-center
text effects
even the text affects
we're just playing parts

A long time ago Wes said that these were the rains we'd read about and I think ever since I've tried to weave that into regular conversation. "Everything in desperation" provides a strange ambience to the 12:47AMs of history but so many of us got caught in the glow. And now I revel in transplanted promises; but I didn't then.