Are you. Upset over all of this?. Or are you. Just playing dead adding up the math?. . I can blink my eyes. In a sad sadistic fashion. In the hopes it'd make you move.
In sight of close calls, bring that plaster off the wall. Claustrophobic area, waking up to nothing. Remember one name, catch the corner of the page. Close the book and never look back again.
Let's paint her chalk white. See if she reacts to the colors I admire. All the details she blurts out freely. All the details die completely. . Scream, bury a whisper inside your room.
The look in your eyes is barely recognizable. Or so it seems to be attracted to everything. Within reach of a whisper. Strain your ears just to hear them speak.
As useless as i am, i have little less to give.. . Take me out tonight don't forget your jacket. bring it with the rest of you ill be the one on the left coughing up any any at best waiting for your signal.
Spring play written for the obvious in mind. You rise and analyze secret little kneeshakes. That keep you up all the time. We surround in circles, try to get up.
Lost yourself in the couch. Swimming with all the change again. Waking up indifferent day after day. Just one constant slap in the face keeps you awake.
Two cigarettes. Lying close together. Trying their best to forget. The heaving in their chest. . One says I'm sorry. If I made you sad. I just wanted to kiss you.
Prop me up and keep just one hand talking. While the other slips underneath steals inches from me. All the lights seem to dim on command. Lifting oxygen from eyelids calm yourself.