Monday, May 16, 2005
.:running away from the streets we knew:.
so, we're talking forever
and you almost feel better
but, betters no excuse for tonight you see,
it's never bad enough to just leave or give up
but, its never good enough to feel right broken conversations/
one way conversations/
i cant reason with you
i speak words you can't hear
social conditioning left you with deafened ears
so i take your face in hand
see that look in your eyes
that rigormortis stare,
that look that i despise
and so i turn from you
i walk these streets alone
alone i search for truth
ideal that you've disowned
and wait with fingers crossed
and pray you'll someday find
a way to see things though your own eyes
trying aint expecting things to fall into place/
better off unread/
somehow i find beauty in our failings,
somehow i find meaning in these lies
somehow i'm made perfect in this fracture,
your back is begging sweetly for my knives,
lies and contradictions
when they bit deep/
i'll wire these nerves together
hoping for a chance to think on time
and i'm tracing over your letter
to see if your intentions are as good as mineif it's still your worth/
as the smiles meant your worth/
unread and unwritten.
:/
screamed at|2:53 pm
