for the one who ran away..

[prostheticbeing]

"Now It's Over" by Dear and the Headlights..

So many ways,
but you don't ever see 'em coming.
Staggering aimless
on a ribbon pulled for miles.
Too many states.
Too many animalistic, neon, blinking days.
Blurred into shades
that quote the terror of your eyes.
Rolling in place,
and all you really want is to see straight.

Cut your losses, love.
There ain't no one
who understands what you're thinking of.
No one.
And life's just lonely.
Automatic, dull, and marred,
then pulled apart,
yeah, you know now that you really are
no one.
And life's just lonely.

Now you're not sure
whether it's coming, or just going.
Completely unnerved,
and they're clamping fetters on your time.
Too many plurals.
Too many amputated feelings you can't reattach with words.
So they infer,
distorting meaning in your lines.
It's all absurd,
and you don't really have any answers.

Cut your losses, love.
There ain't no one
who understands what you're thinking of.
No one.
And life's just lonely.
Automatic, dull, and marred,
then pulled apart,
and you know now that you really are
no one.
And life's just lonely.

Transient schemes, threadbare scenes, and still no wherewithal.
Nicotine walks, nervous talks, constantly trading palms.
Oh, oh,
supply and demand.

And, yes, you really are
no one.
And life's just lonely
Cut your losses, love
There ain't no one
who understands what you're thinking of.
No one.
And life's just lonely.
No one.
And life’s just lonely.