hands fall last
everyone takes one step as i press behind... slowing down.
Am "i".. anymore? still breathing... yes... still heaving... yes.. still here
I used to miss the feeling of hot breathe on my face but time as torn it out of me... a lax scared over. Real friends are real scarse... but trying harder seems too much a price to pay.
The warm embrace, a smothered chin.. another shoulder to rest my tears to end, no need.
This song isn't for the girls.. this dance not for the second glance... this is for life and a shrill that there might be something on the other end of these means ... an end so sweet that all notes at once played balance and the horizon so blinding doesn't make my toes curl or stomach drop.
Stay far because if i forget to shave i don't want to look away again. I'm Broken, so serious. I was born this way. When others see in shades of green and red i see in grey scaled hues... to bashful to mention it. With hands in pockets i smell in-genuine display again. So leave me outside ... lead me on.
Oh sweet lover.. i hate me? Love that? who would? who could?
Dear daddy... was it the lack of your touch that has left despair to rot my feeble homage the bastard son disgracing your surname.
As time as a grand sculptor blows me away grain by grand castles all fall. If i need a counselor.. ill keep the industry cheap. I've always been frugal with my maintenance. So close eyes and don't try. I don't want your empty conversation or reaching hand they didn't work before and never stayed. While others reach for hangers scrape i watch in awe as they move and go about frozen here to haunt the halls that i am sown to. Oh abuse were you the culprate who left me this way, or my own hands, one back caesar and one hand brutus. so drive on here i stand in public display bare chested an empty gaze on the side of this highway with hands held high... Invalid. Incapable. Inept. End.
this is my second try. my second life my second grief. one second two seconds three.
Am "i".. anymore? still breathing... yes... still heaving... yes.. still here
I used to miss the feeling of hot breathe on my face but time as torn it out of me... a lax scared over. Real friends are real scarse... but trying harder seems too much a price to pay.
The warm embrace, a smothered chin.. another shoulder to rest my tears to end, no need.
This song isn't for the girls.. this dance not for the second glance... this is for life and a shrill that there might be something on the other end of these means ... an end so sweet that all notes at once played balance and the horizon so blinding doesn't make my toes curl or stomach drop.
Stay far because if i forget to shave i don't want to look away again. I'm Broken, so serious. I was born this way. When others see in shades of green and red i see in grey scaled hues... to bashful to mention it. With hands in pockets i smell in-genuine display again. So leave me outside ... lead me on.
Oh sweet lover.. i hate me? Love that? who would? who could?
Dear daddy... was it the lack of your touch that has left despair to rot my feeble homage the bastard son disgracing your surname.
As time as a grand sculptor blows me away grain by grand castles all fall. If i need a counselor.. ill keep the industry cheap. I've always been frugal with my maintenance. So close eyes and don't try. I don't want your empty conversation or reaching hand they didn't work before and never stayed. While others reach for hangers scrape i watch in awe as they move and go about frozen here to haunt the halls that i am sown to. Oh abuse were you the culprate who left me this way, or my own hands, one back caesar and one hand brutus. so drive on here i stand in public display bare chested an empty gaze on the side of this highway with hands held high... Invalid. Incapable. Inept. End.
this is my second try. my second life my second grief. one second two seconds three.