Sparkling White Lies part I:: The Pain in Champagne
This is the continuation of something long ago forgotten
Something in mind that's been kept inside
In attic corners, dusty and dry
That know you never meant to say goodbye,
To words you packed and stored away
The words you boxed and let decay,
They come back now to fill the mind
With that which can't be controlled in mine,
The faintest syndrome, the frames of time
Each fragmented moment glistens within each line,
Imprinted in poetic schemes and rhymes
Boy, oh Boy, it has been quite a while
Not quite as long in scope, but still feels like
Ages have passed since I've filed through this pile,
Sentences reflecting like the mirrors you repair
You break them out of spite, then fix them out of fear
Taking a look through the shattered glass reflecting all those years
Embedding all the stages trapped inside regret and despair,
So many nights in tears, spent staring, asking
Who, if anyone at all, do these eyes really belong to?
So many days, each hour spent not caring, passing
They who I see walk by my side each time I cast my view,
Is this what I look like on the other side
To all those who've peered into me from a divide?
Is this what they see when they see me cry
That I'm soaking with ideal, yet emotionally drained and dry?
And though charmed they stare, do they sincerely confide?
Pouring trust like fine wine onto their lashes from mine
And darling, do my tears taste of champagne?
Compared to the bittersweet taste of all that I hide,
This glass of words, so thick and cold
Each drop you swallow will burn your throat
I suggest you take sips, and take them slow
For each drink you take, you cannot help but choke,
The glass I've filled with my poison to the top
Served to several, as their lips touch the rim
The stain coats the crystal, the flow of life stops
Down each one goes, each time, this same glass they drop,
Smashed apart once again, piece me together shard by shard
Happens every now and then, the tiny ones I'll have to discard
I Pull myself together, preserve the open holes in between the cracks
I Still search for the little fragments I know I'll never get back,
But with my poison so thick, my new glass fears no ground
All the cracks tightly adhere, too strong to break further down
Lets see how well you hold your champagne now
Lets see how well you hold your champagne now...
Something in mind that's been kept inside
In attic corners, dusty and dry
That know you never meant to say goodbye,
To words you packed and stored away
The words you boxed and let decay,
They come back now to fill the mind
With that which can't be controlled in mine,
The faintest syndrome, the frames of time
Each fragmented moment glistens within each line,
Imprinted in poetic schemes and rhymes
Boy, oh Boy, it has been quite a while
Not quite as long in scope, but still feels like
Ages have passed since I've filed through this pile,
Sentences reflecting like the mirrors you repair
You break them out of spite, then fix them out of fear
Taking a look through the shattered glass reflecting all those years
Embedding all the stages trapped inside regret and despair,
So many nights in tears, spent staring, asking
Who, if anyone at all, do these eyes really belong to?
So many days, each hour spent not caring, passing
They who I see walk by my side each time I cast my view,
Is this what I look like on the other side
To all those who've peered into me from a divide?
Is this what they see when they see me cry
That I'm soaking with ideal, yet emotionally drained and dry?
And though charmed they stare, do they sincerely confide?
Pouring trust like fine wine onto their lashes from mine
And darling, do my tears taste of champagne?
Compared to the bittersweet taste of all that I hide,
This glass of words, so thick and cold
Each drop you swallow will burn your throat
I suggest you take sips, and take them slow
For each drink you take, you cannot help but choke,
The glass I've filled with my poison to the top
Served to several, as their lips touch the rim
The stain coats the crystal, the flow of life stops
Down each one goes, each time, this same glass they drop,
Smashed apart once again, piece me together shard by shard
Happens every now and then, the tiny ones I'll have to discard
I Pull myself together, preserve the open holes in between the cracks
I Still search for the little fragments I know I'll never get back,
But with my poison so thick, my new glass fears no ground
All the cracks tightly adhere, too strong to break further down
Lets see how well you hold your champagne now
Lets see how well you hold your champagne now...