Dabbled in reliability, but I'm not sure that I'm cut out for it yet. Anytime you need me just use your telescope. It's where my mind has been wandering.
I remember that night in New York City that I spent sleeping in Pamela Court dreaming of you.
You asked if I wanted to get coffee and I told you that I've only got a taste for regret. Now sugar up and let's go.
The answer is somewhere in the irony. The way that the prettiest colors of sunset are really just the prismatic effect of light passing through pollution.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Look Mom No Hands
Curious and careless is the life between our veins. We can't fake our way out of growing up. Let's just hold hands and promise to come alive with each other someday soon.I'm the kid who took the training wheels off while mom and dad were at work. I swear I made it around the block that day when they weren't watching, but they only saw me crash as I was coming around the corner.
Old Enough To Know Bitter
Loving and losing are nothing more than a letter apart. I've got hundreds of broken halos just like the one you wear. Don't be so sure that I don't have my head in the clouds to keep you from noticing that my mind is running around behind your back.
Leaving all of the jokes in the attic so they'll remain over your head. I'm always weighing the odds instead of beating them.
Forever the sinking ship in the harbor.
Leaving all of the jokes in the attic so they'll remain over your head. I'm always weighing the odds instead of beating them.
Forever the sinking ship in the harbor.
Monday, January 12, 2009
This Battle Has Been Mine
Darkness disrupted by a whisper. Theres a splinter in my hand and I'm afraid to complain. I know you all think I have it so great but it's digging deeper and infection catches everyone. This has all been a metaphor to catch you up on the last six months or so.
Been waking up with last nights tears in my eyes instead of a view of yours in them. I write apologies on napkins... then crumble them up with all of my best expectations. Their head has been the pillow that I've rested my bad days on.
The rest of my life will forever be at your fingertips. A mile away from where I see you, but still can't see what you saw in me. Life went black when the lights went out.
My eyes continue to fall down for the count, as I swear to everyone else it's only a disease. I will forever be the narcoleptic to your knock out.
I've been screaming "I broke bones for you" in my dreams to just keep breathing. All of my best moves were made over breakfast anyway.
Condemned to forever be the mistake, while you are the correction. My twin is the backspace key... yet I'm in the hospital sick of trying.
The scars on my September wrists look more like smiles now. Settled for second best in the publics heart just so I could be there at all. Hopefully stuck in your ribcage on the way out of an exhale.
If we're still being honest with each other, I can't take it all in sometimes... the breath and the confusion. There are times when my clean conscience is only a blank stare with palms towards the sky.
My heartbeat is tidal. I just want to make you laugh again.
Been waking up with last nights tears in my eyes instead of a view of yours in them. I write apologies on napkins... then crumble them up with all of my best expectations. Their head has been the pillow that I've rested my bad days on.
The rest of my life will forever be at your fingertips. A mile away from where I see you, but still can't see what you saw in me. Life went black when the lights went out.
My eyes continue to fall down for the count, as I swear to everyone else it's only a disease. I will forever be the narcoleptic to your knock out.
I've been screaming "I broke bones for you" in my dreams to just keep breathing. All of my best moves were made over breakfast anyway.
Condemned to forever be the mistake, while you are the correction. My twin is the backspace key... yet I'm in the hospital sick of trying.
The scars on my September wrists look more like smiles now. Settled for second best in the publics heart just so I could be there at all. Hopefully stuck in your ribcage on the way out of an exhale.
If we're still being honest with each other, I can't take it all in sometimes... the breath and the confusion. There are times when my clean conscience is only a blank stare with palms towards the sky.
My heartbeat is tidal. I just want to make you laugh again.
Cold Product
Life found these veins in the form of your name. If the truth ever really mattered, you were only really hot when you wanted something or when you were leaving.
Remember a year ago... it was my birthday and you were somewhere in NYC drinking off your dress? We all have MetroCards full of rides and stories. I know your stop and I just might not be there when you get off by choice this time around.
The alcohol is still just your cigarette smoke in my eyes. My stomach made a comeback and deserves more than an award. Catch me sleeping alone in my old clothes just to feel alive. Love used to be a wish on the very top shelf. Even I gave up on me. This is the first time I've been happy to have been so wrong.
Remember a year ago... it was my birthday and you were somewhere in NYC drinking off your dress? We all have MetroCards full of rides and stories. I know your stop and I just might not be there when you get off by choice this time around.
The alcohol is still just your cigarette smoke in my eyes. My stomach made a comeback and deserves more than an award. Catch me sleeping alone in my old clothes just to feel alive. Love used to be a wish on the very top shelf. Even I gave up on me. This is the first time I've been happy to have been so wrong.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Do You Still Believe?
Have you ever felt alone in the grand scheme of things? Stood up and let down? Welcome to a world where you and I are nothing more than imaginary friends. We only exist when they think of us.
A full moon crawls through the window leaving a streak of light across my room. It serves more as caution tape than an actual guide. A compass with it's back turned.
Hung my neck out for someone until it broke. Heard someone yell "drinks on the house" so I ran home to take a shot on the roof.
Stretch marks across my heart for all of the times I've misunderstood.
New keyboard, same words. Drain all of the color from the dead shade of sorry. Let's swear to be something more than enough this year.
A full moon crawls through the window leaving a streak of light across my room. It serves more as caution tape than an actual guide. A compass with it's back turned.
Hung my neck out for someone until it broke. Heard someone yell "drinks on the house" so I ran home to take a shot on the roof.
Stretch marks across my heart for all of the times I've misunderstood.
New keyboard, same words. Drain all of the color from the dead shade of sorry. Let's swear to be something more than enough this year.
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