This paint has been tasting of lead. And the chips will fall as they may. But it's not just my finish that's peeling. And it's not alone fleeing these walls.
This ruined puzzle. is beige with the pieces. all face down.. . So the placing goes slowly.. The pictures of anything. other than it's meant to be.. .
Well I've been bleeding well from this old wound,. Cleaning it with salt so it will still feel new.. Sometimes eyes turn black,. And sometimes scars are tracks..
So this is odd,. the painful realization that all has gone wrong.. And nobody cares at all,. and nobody cares at all.. . So you buried all your lover's clothes.
This is a forgery. This is a forgery. Every single word is plagiarized. Copied twice and thrice inscribed. This is a forgery. . There is a path, and to get where it's leading.
Walking away.. It's not the same as running. Is it to you now. That you've run this in the ground?. and you say "Take this,. This medicine is just what you deserve.
Lay my bones. At the feet of the ministry. I need the guilt and the company. I need the chance to be judged. And then long forgotten. . Lately I just can't shake it.
Would it kill you to breathe easy?. Only seventeen miles lay. Between you and me. I could make it if I had to. . I don't break easily. You've got my counsel, thick as theives.
Sleep with all the lights on,. You're not so happy, you're not secure.. And you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans,. but you're plastic just like everyone, just like everyone..
On the way home, this car hears my confessions.. I think tonight I'll take the long way.. In this weather, the wind outside is biting.. It's left me feeling tired and exposed..
If you knew,. What I know,. Would you try?. Before your time. Has run on you. And worn you down. . Would you know,. What you desire,. In your heart?. .
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself. And covered with a perfect shell. Such a charming beautiful exterior.. Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes, perfect posture.
Taste. I love the taste. I need its warm rush. . Rush. I need the rush. To pulse through my veins. . And I'll love you tonight. Oh I love you tonight.
Consider the odds, consider the obvious. The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died. In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof.
So this is odd,. the painful realization that all has gone wrong.. And nobody cares at all,. and nobody cares at all.. . So you buried all your lover's clothes.
I was away for a while. But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me. But I don't deserve it. . I'll cherish it well if you give me. One of your new starts.
I heard about the trip.. i heard about your souveneirs.. i heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights. and the cool guys. that you spent them with..
The moon is down and heaven is waiting. For us to find her in our sites. With focus that's strong. But my strength keeps slipping. . Now we're all the terminal cases.
False pretense. A lack of resonance. A derisive sentiment. And confidence. . These bonds were always fake. Crafted for safety's sake. But pasted wings and foil rings.