tock tock tock goes the emergency clock. tick tick ticking my life as i'm sitting. waiting for you.
living is just the slowest way to die. you've always known it.
small moments expand once in a while.
small moments expand and fill your life.
but then the second hand ticks and pierces the skin.
and it all deflates again.
i'll love you when it can mean something for both us.
until then i'll love nothing.
i'll believe you love me when your eyes affirm.
until then i'll remain unloved.
huddling quietly with my could haves as we debate the reasons that.
the reasons that we didn't just jump in and get it over with.
get together.
life is just the cowards way to die.
isn't it obvious?
nothing to keep me here, but i don't leave.
i'm a coward.
i'm a coward.
i'm a coward.
maybe even less.
life is just a symptom of cowardice. a symptom that we are afraid.
afraid to see beyond life.
and love is just a drug that it abuses while it waits for the end of this.
the end of all.
the end of me.
and you.
as i sit here drinking much faster than i ought to.
coddling this solitude.
rocking it in my arms, still it cries.
if i had a cure. if i had an answer i'd surely use it. i just don't. there isn't any to be found.
who you are is who you'll always be.
like it or not.
there's no bargaining. no exchanges on defective lives. no return. no refund.
while i smoke my cigarettes and consume my tainted beverages i'm only wishing that i could find a reason not to.
not to see you again. not to get up. not to look at the truth.
as i listen to the music and navigate my metaphors they all begin to look like cages.
i just wish that i had a reason to escape them.
it's not about the answers. not about the questions. it's everything that exists between them.
all the places that hearts defend with their lives.
all the seconds that tick counting why.
why you covet them.
that is, if you ever did.
it's not about the absence or the presence of. it's something inside that either is there or isn't.
a methodology that can't be defined.
a path that leaves no footprints.
a gust of wind that cannot be felt or heard.
life truly is the just the slowest way to die.the coward's penance.
i have no reason to live and so many to die, but here i sit.
transcribing the minutes.
a cross without a christ.
a sin without forgiveness.
a life that knows not why.
[hold me. whatever lies before this morning is a little later on]
[regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all]
[nothing's like before]
small moments expand once in a while.
small moments expand and fill your life.
but then the second hand ticks and pierces the skin.
and it all deflates again.
i'll love you when it can mean something for both us.
until then i'll love nothing.
i'll believe you love me when your eyes affirm.
until then i'll remain unloved.
huddling quietly with my could haves as we debate the reasons that.
the reasons that we didn't just jump in and get it over with.
get together.
life is just the cowards way to die.
isn't it obvious?
nothing to keep me here, but i don't leave.
i'm a coward.
i'm a coward.
i'm a coward.
maybe even less.
life is just a symptom of cowardice. a symptom that we are afraid.
afraid to see beyond life.
and love is just a drug that it abuses while it waits for the end of this.
the end of all.
the end of me.
and you.
as i sit here drinking much faster than i ought to.
coddling this solitude.
rocking it in my arms, still it cries.
if i had a cure. if i had an answer i'd surely use it. i just don't. there isn't any to be found.
who you are is who you'll always be.
like it or not.
there's no bargaining. no exchanges on defective lives. no return. no refund.
while i smoke my cigarettes and consume my tainted beverages i'm only wishing that i could find a reason not to.
not to see you again. not to get up. not to look at the truth.
as i listen to the music and navigate my metaphors they all begin to look like cages.
i just wish that i had a reason to escape them.
it's not about the answers. not about the questions. it's everything that exists between them.
all the places that hearts defend with their lives.
all the seconds that tick counting why.
why you covet them.
that is, if you ever did.
it's not about the absence or the presence of. it's something inside that either is there or isn't.
a methodology that can't be defined.
a path that leaves no footprints.
a gust of wind that cannot be felt or heard.
life truly is the just the slowest way to die.the coward's penance.
i have no reason to live and so many to die, but here i sit.
transcribing the minutes.
a cross without a christ.
a sin without forgiveness.
a life that knows not why.
[hold me. whatever lies before this morning is a little later on]
[regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all]
[nothing's like before]