She puts a spin on apathy
It's a quiet walk away
A permanent brand of empathy
Black ink on pale clay
Avoid and distract, because there's no turning back
Empty black circles dilate and contract
Brown it then turns to green
I'm tired of trying to find what it means
Friday, May 22, 2009
empty head
Your hands on my body burn in a bad way
Can't stand the feeling anymore
Today is gonna be the day
It resonates in his core
I can't believe in myself
I can't look into the mirror
I can't feel anymore
So how am I supposed to feel for you?
Even if I wanted to
I just want you to go away
You have no idea of the words I say
"Emily, why are you so sad?"
You ask me everyday
I can't put the past away
Can't stand the feeling anymore
Today is gonna be the day
It resonates in his core
I can't believe in myself
I can't look into the mirror
I can't feel anymore
So how am I supposed to feel for you?
Even if I wanted to
I just want you to go away
You have no idea of the words I say
"Emily, why are you so sad?"
You ask me everyday
I can't put the past away
Thursday, May 21, 2009
okay
Check the park for a man
Before you hit the floor
The old junkies under the bridge
Don't speak much anymore
And the world changed
Right before our eyes
Their size, oh their size
Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care
Sometimes I just can't go on
Dear, I want to die
Write the main line down her arm
And send it down her spine
Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care
Before you hit the floor
The old junkies under the bridge
Don't speak much anymore
And the world changed
Right before our eyes
Their size, oh their size
Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care
Sometimes I just can't go on
Dear, I want to die
Write the main line down her arm
And send it down her spine
Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care
turn your life around
You spoke, "I'm not going back,"
But I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
My phone keeps buzzing on
Would you give it up for me?
You spoke, "I surely think so,"
I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
No where to go
Special kid showed her how
To turn her life around
He's a handful
But he's hers
He was hers
Where to go now...
But I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
My phone keeps buzzing on
Would you give it up for me?
You spoke, "I surely think so,"
I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
No where to go
Special kid showed her how
To turn her life around
He's a handful
But he's hers
He was hers
Where to go now...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
glassine dream
your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned
a beige suit and dinner
but the cooker is cocky
a metal disc jockey
my glassine dream
floating down a cotton stream
all i hear is just the background
to make everything disappear
but you made it all clear
you made it all clear
damned is our feast on this night
your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned
it didn't go the way we planned
a beige suit and dinner
but the cooker is cocky
a metal disc jockey
my glassine dream
floating down a cotton stream
all i hear is just the background
to make everything disappear
but you made it all clear
you made it all clear
damned is our feast on this night
your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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