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Sep 19, 2007 16:07



The phone slips from a loose grip, words were missing some apologies.
I didn't want to tell you this, no- It's just some girl he's been hanging out with.
I don't know- the past couple weeks, I guess.

So "Thank you" and hang up the phone, let the funeral start, 
hear the casket close let's pin split-black ribbons to your overcoat.
Well, laughter comes from under doors in this house I don't understand that sound no more.
Seems artificial, like a TV script.

Haligh, Haligh, a lie Haligh.
This weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply, you know not what you do.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
from that same head you've twice removed -
now,a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die.

Well, Ha Ha Ha.

I remember everything- the words we spoke on freezing South street,
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror, the one you painted blue and glued with
jewellery too- Something about those bright colours would always make you feel better.

But now we speak with ruined tounges and the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance- but there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering, that you understood,
and that you'd take care of me
You'd always be there..
Well, where are you now?

Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine, dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord.

Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am

But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles, always one sided.
Nothing is clear.

Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live..

But do you want that?

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