From the lips of Brett Dennen
From the lips of Brett Dennen
(This is a somewhat old poem and doesnt hold much significance now, but I decided to post it anyway)
I can’t help but wonder
Who backed down first
And somehow,
I think we’ll regret it.
And I can’t help but ponder
why
We could never be happy
Just sitting and talking for a while
Why we could never just smile
Without falling in love.
I don’t know what I’m doing here
And what’s my place
All I know is
Memories of us
Are DJ-ing my thoughts
Putting the most painful ones on repeat
So I can dance along
Far past the point of exhaustion.
And as hard as I try to
Just run away
My fingers and toes are
Tied together with string as you
Control my limbs from above
And tie steel wire
Around my heart,
Every step forward slicing
Slowly across each ventricle
So I’m stuck in this spot
Until either
we both let go
Or I find a flame
Hot enough to melt your diamond grip
And I try to sleep
A dreamless sleep
But your eyes and your touch
Are flames against my skin
And your voice is
Etched into my wrist
From the lips of Brett Dennen
“It’s enough to make you go crazy,
and I’d be crazy not to care”
But caring is only the
Nitroglycerin in my veins
slowly killing me
As I stand in quick sand,
holding on to the
Noose around my neck
An ironic survival of chance.
and We were supposed to take on the world
Now I’m just alone
Watching the sunset from
A bittersweet view
As I dangle my feet over the edge
Of a balcony
On the 13th floor of a castle made of
The hourglasses sand
And every second
Another particle drips like blood from
Pricked fingertips
Pooling at my feet
Until there’s nothing left but
A pile of torn memories
And I don’t know what direction to take
Because I was hoping to
Use the stars in your eyes as
My stationary reference point
The magnetism of our souls
Fueling the compass
So when I get lost
All I’d have to do is look to you
To find my way home
But you must be a nervous runner
Taking off before the official even said
“set”
because now you’re long ahead and
I’m stuck with my feet crucified
To the starting blocks,
Deafened by the sound of the
Gun shot.
And I wonder why he didn’t shoot into the air,
As I taste the bullet
Of salt and iron
From the sunset kissed
Golden blood that
Drips from my chest
From when the gunman missed and
Aimed into my heart.