Thursday, October 23, 2008

Drawing Lines

Standing in front of us was a fear we've all over come,
but we had defeated it.
Only on the outside,
With matters of the heart it's only on the outside,
Standing right down the line from me was a dream
and i repeated it over and over again.
Watching the most honest part of me die.
I missed out on being genuine and now I'm locked outside
of a life that i've watched so closely.

Studying how they built the time machine
to be so far ahead of me,
It drove me nuts to see the pavement flesh
that i'd have to walk up and down to get there

and I'm not worth you fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

It's hard to believe things are not the same.
It maybe luck or it could be love.
When we lie that's the only way.
I'll apologize but it won't mean the day.
to you apologetics are for romantics
who can't spell decay.

If i get closer to you
your eyes would glaze over like a doll
your skin of porcelain would seem more like nothing at all
and i'd much rather be alone with my mind
than take your deadlike fingers.


and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

I can't hide from something i admire
It's time to be a liar
to wait my turn
If you want me you'll come back
it will throw me off track
because I love you.

I love you.


and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

and I'm not worth your fucking time
i'll draw the line
but this time you have to cross.

always have.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Humans Simplified (Stolen)

There's only so many ways to tell you
But if you'd take your head phones off
You'd hear more than denial
In many styles and fashions.
Our catelog could contain something new

I'm speaking to the one in charge
for the over the counterclockwise pills
you've been hiding, i know,
i'm spying on you again.
So much for being friends.

But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified

couldn't you me there hiding
all the masks from you grasp
while i'm gasping for air
tryin to pretend i know just who you are

sometime we break things we don't intend to buy
i'm guilty of this too
and sometime we forget our worth
when it's stolen and it's blue


But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified


The truth is I've wanted something for longer than i'd hope.
You broke me cause i was useless, but now i'm useless cause i'm broke.
the best thing left to say is good riddance and goodbye
nobody communicates.
the way we used to...
the love we used to...
know.



But hush hush and our worlds will be together
These hearts of ours endure all kinds of whether
or the whether not
it's up to us if we should ever tie the
not the way things used to be,
our lives and lies combined
let's be something were not used to
just humans simplified

Friday, October 17, 2008

Finding My Way Home.

I've been listening to the patterns that my feet make
a steady beat across the pavement
when i concentrate i can still here it over the loud hum of traffic.
I like walking, that's something i've learned about myself
but there's still a long way to go before i find my way home.

I keep hearing the things i've said, those words make
a steady beat, and it's like the pavement
doesn't exist under my feet anymore. There simply too much traffic
in my head. I'm spinning trying to forgive myself
for the things that i did, the place i wrecked, a place i called home.

And I'm just trying to beat the sun to my house, something that makes
me feel like i have a goal. Making my own pavement
on a path that I must learn to walk. Somewhere i cannot hear the traffic,
somewhere that i don't feel sorry for myself
I'm finding myself.
I'm finding my way home and I'm sorry,
I'm sorry that i was never good at giving you directions.