Fragmented: Beyond Weeping Trees
I'm just trying to be a hero in this modernist world,
I'm tired by the motonony of grey sidewalks
I've layed out the work days in coffee spoons,
Thankfully they don't stretch too far.
So tell me that you need me,
I'm self conscious in this false alternative existance.
I'll wait on the weathered park bench,
watching the time pass in glass reflections speeding by.
Tell me why at times like this i feel lonely
sitting with my two hands properly placed:
asdf jkl;
typing away the heart on my sleeve
the two beats that intertwine the life that pumps through like a steady jazz bass thumping the notes in succession until sleep takes all those thoughts away puts them on back burners.
Tell me that you need me
I miss the the letters and shapes our legs may make entwined...
Will all of this be whispers in the wind
I'm tired by the motonony of grey sidewalks
I've layed out the work days in coffee spoons,
Thankfully they don't stretch too far.
So tell me that you need me,
I'm self conscious in this false alternative existance.
I'll wait on the weathered park bench,
watching the time pass in glass reflections speeding by.
Tell me why at times like this i feel lonely
sitting with my two hands properly placed:
asdf jkl;
typing away the heart on my sleeve
the two beats that intertwine the life that pumps through like a steady jazz bass thumping the notes in succession until sleep takes all those thoughts away puts them on back burners.
Tell me that you need me
I miss the the letters and shapes our legs may make entwined...
Will all of this be whispers in the wind