Don't You Love My Small Brown Bike?

Mar 05, 2004 22:39

No Place Like You:

sitting on a cold wall
i can feel the wind penetrate this thin blue coat.
just enough to give me comfort that i so very need
just enough to keep my mind warm.
i breathe.
i want to scream.
i want to bleed these last few weeks
i wish that i was home.
the comfort of that place just seems so far from here.
i wish that i had you.
we could be just anywhere and i'd still have you near.
i'd still have you here.
sitting on a hard floor,
i can smell the smoke coming from your thin black lungs.
reminds me why i hate this city and the people in between.
reminds me why i slept in the back seat.

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UNSUNG ZERO:

Everything was so dead still.
The air just froze and broke.
Those few words that you said to you.
They had no place to go,
but to our minds,
to our hearts and the torture wasn't marked.
Now I've found that you hated our lives.
I just think it through sometimes and get nowhere, but lost.
I can't help but miss those things that we found through our talks.
Now we don't laugh and we don't sing and I can't understand a thing.
And the thirds and the fifths are all gone.

(And it's so hard to see you now)
Don't be my unsung zero.
(And it's so wrong to hate you now)
Don't be my unsung zero.
(I can only scream half as loud)
Don't be my unsung zero.

I don't want to chase the past.
It feels like finding ghosts.
You seem to have your mind set up.
It's creeping from our home.
We don't talk and we don't call in this manufactured war
where I can't even aim with my eyes.
Now that we've closed that door.
Hugged and stepped away.
Thank you from my heart.
With one last thing to say.
I miss our life.
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