You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown. Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand. Gossip that's stacked at your door. . You swallowed the last of free MA.
His head was a city. Of paper buildings. And the echoes that remain. Of old friends and lovers. Their features bleeding. Together in his brain, oh. And once it started it was harder to tell them apart, oh.
You sent a photo out your window of Tokyo.. Told me you were doing fine.. You said the cherry blossoms were blooming. and I was on your mind.. . I couldn't make you out through the glitches..
The Eiffel Tower built to smaller scale. The freshest oxygen I'd ever inhale. I tapped a bottle against the safety rail. Killing time. . And you were like a walking compliment.
You'll discover that casual friends kept. notes in their pockets to remember your name.. and all these places we went to see sights. just gave them excuses to get to the game..
These things take my time and energy. Don't stand too close without apologies. Cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and. Wind me up; I'm ready. . Can't escape this line of best fit.
There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances. Looking for the patterns in static: they start to make sense the longer I'm at it.
i wish the nights were warm again this month. we could stay up all night. occupy the porch on the front. of the house where we might. always forget to replace the bulb in the glass.
Jealousy rides with me. such a faithful companion no one could be. and he sits on my shoulder. and whispers the things that make me so bitter its sick.
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess.. You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address,. and forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur..
How I wish you could see the potential. The potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound. But in a language that you can't read just yet.
Will I have learned so very little. When these bones are old and brittle?. I wait to talk when I should listen. Crowd mistakes with phones revisions. All my friends are forward thinking.
Love of mine. Someday you will die. But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light. Or tunnels to gates of white. Just our hands clasped so tight.
I put on my overcoat. And walked into winter. My teeth chattered rhythms. And they were grouped in twos or threes. Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me.
Sleep, sleep with the lights on. Shutter and shades drawn. There's too many windows. Noise, cars on the freeway. Tempting a clean break. There's nowhere left to go.
Darling, don't you understand. That there are no winners. Metals rung from silken strands. To greet you at the finish. As we're dissolving into the sea.
Three wasted years, standing still. As you opened up, eighteen miles wide. On this country drive. . I can't keep up. 'Cause you're so far gone. And it's all too much hindsight.
Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses. Feed delusions that everything is working out right,. But your ribs can't withstand increasing weight.
Here comes the rain again. Falling on my head like a memory. Falling on my head like a new emotion. I want to walk in the open wind. I want to talk like lovers do.
When the wind picked up the fire spread. And the grapevines seemed left for dead.. And the northern sky, like the end of day,. The end of days.. . A wake up call to a rented room.