Oh so the words have all been said. The feeling's old but it's new to me. I guess I'm scared to death but. Oh I just love you Oh I just love you. . Telling my friends, "I gotta go".
Old lies. Half right. Happy in love. . Long list. In black pen. Happy in love. . Loose grip, and tight lipped. Thinning your blood. Begging. Not sleeping.
Smiling sweet, she said she made you smoke your cigs all outside. This could be your last time. this would be your last time now. What's a few if the hotel don't mind?.
I can see the future. When I close my eyes. I see you standing there. With me by your side. . They tell me. I'll know it when I see it. And everything I've wanted.
Shaking my teeth loose on your table. The dullest white squares I'll never be. Now that you've picked each one apart you can't look at me. I'll probably lose you now.
We're just whistling past the graveyard. Laughing in backseats and restaurants. Don't know ourselves well but so what. We know each other. Floating down from all my mixed up meditations.
Don't let the beat. Drown out your mind. Don't let the beat. Let you leave it all behind. . But slowly the beat. Will take its toll. And you will let the beat.
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips. Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips. And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit.
Held by cobwebs.. Breathed the dirty morning air.. Hear the writing.. From the poet's pen laid bare.. And I would reach to you.. If I could lift my hands..
I know you well. I know you oh so well. I know you better than I. Even know myself. . And I keep on dancing. Slowly dancing on a string. The music has stopped.
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots. Those sad feathery talks that float on all that. Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause.
No sounds yet echoes in the room.. Loud voices telling lies to their own truth.. Here's something for you to write down in your journal.. (Never wanted to be something picturesque)..
Time to tear these walls down. Time to lock your doors up. It's time to destroy. Everything we've ever built. . This is the very last minute of the last.
Red flower blooms. Underneath the skin. Shivering spines. Catching the wind. . Lips sewn shut. Words pooling in my mouth. Keep waiting for time. I will surely drown.
Walking down a country road.. Picking up a pebble and throw.. You're finally moving.. Basketball killed your sentiment.. I'll race you there and say I never went..
Got a bit of an adventure for you. Got no destination, no way to get there. Build a rocket ship to the moon. Get lost and stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Pin that rose high.. Watch it fly.. Heard them laughing.. Watered eye.. You keep running.. Slow motion.. You keep flying.. Cut that string.. You can't make bread with dirt..
Well I used to be a young kid.. A really dumb kid.. Racing bikes around the block for the neighborhood props.. In Wyoming yeah.. Was it all that bad..
I was born with wings. And a heart that sings. Believing the sun was gold. And mine to hold in my hands. . So you held me over. High above your shoulders.
Timing in, timing out. Filing in and killing doubt. Put it off and turn it in. And at the dawn you start again. . Timing in, timing out. Filing in and killing doubt.