Another Day.

Your solutions are so superficial,
On the surface they'll cure anything,
Make up and cover up can't hide jaded eyes,
Can't kill depression and moving music,
Dancing in the rain can cause a person to believe they're free,
for ten seconds it can cleanse you,
no one can see tears when they mix with the rain,
no one can see a broken heart when you smile like that,
dreams can come to life if it's warm enough,
if it's accepting enough you don't need to stop,

We can spend hours in the rain,
Holding hands like we were in love,
We can dedicate our past-times to each other,
smoke soggy cigarettes if that's what you want,
And the wet wood of the guitar will destroy the strings,
but it's a piece of shit anyway,
I love the way it sounds to my ears,
the music is muted and full of defiant emotions
I think we forget about before we let them flow,
in the form of hopeless art,
The dreams and passions on the wall,
those ones that I just can't seem to express or understand,
showing in the mimicing of someone else's eyes,

I drew your face the other day,
The pastels smeared together to make a blur of beauty,
but it turned into someone else,
what looked back at me wasn't you with your condescending hopefulness,
that I found so attractive until I began to lose it to my drug habits,
I can down a bunch of pills and let them get stuck in my throat,
I'm alive under the influence,
and when I come down I'm hungover with death,
I remember that what faces me is nothing but a facade,
a faux way of living while I walk through molasses,

I cry when there's no sunlight,
And I bawl when it shine's through broken clouds or illuminates blue sky,
It lends me no use of understanding,
I want to get to know myself more than anyone else,
because I'm the broken one,
these people that I lay the blame on,
The shoulders I lean on too harshly have left me,
or I've abandoned them because I can't get off on talking about what I can't express,
You think you've got a solution?
It seems simple externally

You caught that darkened sunlight in your eyes,
reflected the depths of nothing back at me,
And I could catch it with my fingertips for a second,
but then it slipped through my hands,
Writing on the wall in black coloured pencil,
It gets sucked up in the paint,
We're broken, upset people,
My bed is my solace,
I can't understand.