Nov 01, 2005 00:05
before you drip another drop of poison on your tasteless tongue
remember who is looking up from down there and what this might become
tugging at your pant legs and honoring your every word
expecting a hero to fly down and steal them away like a bird
dont clip your wings,
they havent become worthless yet
remember that these things
arent those that you should bet
theres a little girl flailing under a burning sun
youre supposed to take her sailing, your boats supposed to run
the mechanics are turning rusty
but the season has not expired
your manuals have gotten dusty
and your eyes are looking tired
small fingers are still grabbing
for hands that need to stay
i know it has felt like stabbing
every time theyve gone away
but you are like a statue
an ornament of a man you'd want to meet
dont let their nightmares come true
dont let yourself crumble at their feet
i wouldnt care if
she didnt care
so much about you.
the children arent crying
the bird is still flying,
just not the way im used to
hypathetical
hypothetical
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