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let myself be or wake me up
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utter words, dont you know the heat hot air, render the meaning meaningless
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lets drag this one out give me the vague message
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breathing out, and in are you at the eleventh hour
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is this good company intrigued by your invitation
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I know in every which way we wont say truths, just pleasent lies
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im listening maybe its going tell me something
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I simmer in these thoughts the headache could be provoking them
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The hinderance
the jesture
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this cold shoulder leave it in plain site
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the cards sent by half forgotten faces reciting polite words in such fromula
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If you think I disappear I get spotted again
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face to face year to back of year
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am i waiting too long at a bar, in the car
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in these tip toes, we hope not to be noticed a soul cant hear the creaks our sins make
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im not quite sure when i hear your words
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a pusle, can i feel it icy veins, refrigerated them for years
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In changing chapters I burn the pages left behind
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I hope in closing my eyes the visuals will change its either blank darkness or this flat reality
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at this point, theres not a whole lot of time days passing like suns giving way to moons
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i cant reach random passer by's
no skill there, no connection put outward
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Im blurring into these lights under such stress to feel for what its worth
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in all you never change a stubbron surface, a drinking abuser
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she is never going to call
in repeat dials, no response
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I hate your merry go round ambition so careless, so nauseating to us
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tired was feeling left back and forth
this back seat clicked my psyche with nostaligia
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I thought I could be ahead
one step ahead of future problems
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i fear what i feel
is it good is it bad
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You know my feelings are under raps
my surface disreguard, your surface impression
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I feel lost looking at who are the lost
feeling like we know where we're going
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what a distance, between old faces
like a black and white photo album
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As ready as the rain on a snowy day
i try to put smiles on all the wrong days
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cheap jokes, a penny or more, still costs the same
i throw one out to keep the conversation alive
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Lets play this dance of a wound up doll
spinning unctrollably, when its over it hits hard
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I line my life with all that I have left behind
these weights got too heavy too quick
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