In the dark of night. When the last drop of blind youth. Has left you. . You will wake to find. That you have been lied to. You're nothing more. . Than cells, same as the ones that surround you.
No answers. No absolutes. All theories. With no kind of proof. . Clinging on to what we were told. In our youth. I know what they believe I just dont.
A knock on my door. Woke me this morning. Made by the hand. Of a well-dressed woman. Whod set aside. Part of her morning. To ask me if I know why Im alive.
Feed me make yourself proud. Fill my mouth up until I drown. . You pull me onto dry land. And choke me out with the same two hands. . We die and never come back.
Shivering. I am looking in at. People that I call my friends. . Just a sillhouette. With a cigarette. And no idea who I am. . There were songs in these eyes.
Black bay whered you go. I have lost any light from your boats. And it only makes me feel more alone. . Grey fog dont you tire. Of the dark isolation of night.
They'll be wondering how this all came about. And silly rumors will fly around this little town. But I don't care, I know it's in the air. How much I adore you.
Deep love, hell you know trouble so well. You don't have a pattern and you never can tell. You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign. And I'm building tall fences to protect this heart of mine.
What kind of move is the best thing. For leaving you in the I don't know. You can leave the best of a cool nest. But there's no master plan when you go.
I had first realized the shape I was in. After six years in uniform, in the standing din. I signed in at eighteen for a college degree. Recruiting out of high school into opportunity.
The plot gets thicker and it always goes astray. You're never holding in your hands a particular play. You're not satisfied with the taste or smell. And it's not what you ordered, well.
I always wonder where you came from. And you always say Mars. I noticed one day my life was missing something. And then there you are. . In your shiny Martian suit.
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase. Rimmed with little key chain hearts. And they tore those giant tents down. . Lions in the pouring rain. And the birds in the pouring rain.
Close the curtains and lock the doors. Shut down my day I won't answer anymore. I've got things on my mind and troubles to bare. Love is cruel, love is kind and it's everywhere.
Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts. It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast. Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care. I've been thinking about leaving too.
I could not stay sleeping, oh, my mind would not allow. And suddenly all these thoughts on life crept into me somehow. The sun has barely risen to lay aside another night.
Ill be the chorus, you'll be the verse.. We'll live in a forrest of beautiful words.. I'll be the strings, you'll be the keys.. Together we'll find all the harmonies..
I knew something was wrong. That morning when I logged on to Facebook. Something about my profile seemed asked. I did my status updated, checked them newsfeed items.
Beauty picks me up than throws me to the floor. I may never know what i was searching for,. like a begger on my knees, never knowing what i now believe.
Running like hell through the trees,. No one pressuring me. Younger days. . Getting out after school. Playing a bunch of fools. Younger days. . I see the sunset I see the stars.