This is worth it's weight in words. To give in now would be absurd. So keep your retracted. Retractions to yourself. . This plays upon my sympathies. I shouldn't have come, I know I should leave.
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.
Fountains and fluorescent lights, the season has come. The snowbirds have crowded the nights. The townies are tired of beaches and bars, being packed so tight.
If you insist on pictures of shorelines. Then I insist on pages of your lines meant for me. To be sent to me. . Remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand.
Your hands didn't move, well neither did mine. New years will bring. So much to say, but nothing comes out right. Both of us left without words. Both of us lost in this world, it's softer than ever before.
The paddle's broken. The punishment is served in full. The welts are faded. The pain still lingers as it should. . The lone receiver, lone receiver. Of empty compliments taken in and bought in full.
Give up what you think you have to say. Formalities weaken the meaning that you'd convey. In truth hidden in the veiled insults. Have failed results for everyone that lived that way.
You make it so easy to run. Well, I'm still crawling, I'm still crawling. Now I'm game for the feeding chain. And they're still scraping, they're still clawing.
Spent too many hours holding up walls. Standing in corners and clenching my jaw. Watching you, watching the ones that I wanted to be. . Blaming this all on the moment.
This is where the water becomes shallow. And nothing here is quite as deep. As you hoped it would be. . You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer.