Aug 19, 2004 03:51
so here i am again, home alone and the only sound i can hear is the thoughts in my head. it starts to make me wonder whats been wrong with me lately, i mean i've been just digging myself deeper into a depression wich i haven't seemed to escape. as i drove home from the bar alone all i could think about was wishing someone would be there when i finally stepped in the door. but as usual i was greeted by the cold dead silence of a empty house, so in usual albert fashion i sulk deeper into these feelings of being alone. wich i know doesn't help but making an excuse for it all and bottling it all up is the only way i know how to deal with it. and then at these times when i'm alone they all just seem to spill, drowning myself in an endless river of thoughts and feelings that go unexpressed. well i'd rant more but my eyelids are too heavy and my cold heart feels the need for rest, off to dreams of the silhouette of a girl who will rekindle it one day...
fairytales tell tales
lets pretend were not needy
lets pretend our hearts still beat
lets pretend we fall in love tonight
clumsy enough to fall for anything
well stumble on our words
well spill our guts on creaking bar stools
below the neon blue
low lives hiding in dives theres no feeling in drinking sleeping with strangers
ghosts passing through bedrooms unaware
a faint reflection on the barbacks mirror
a face i never knew whispering,
please dont be a stranger to me. who are you if youre alone'
youre no good at pretending
all my plays have tragic endings
you wish i was a fairy tale
this frog will never change anything
just pretend that youre in love
that scolding sun is bound to come up eventually
so who is it that whispers in your ear
a haunting voice blows in through the window
theres no feeling floating over beds
a needy pleading apparition
crying 'who am i if im alone?
i hardly exist at all.
lets pretend that we dont need anything anymore from anyone.
i dont want to feel anything anymore lets just pretend'
well live happily ever after