taking caution with what has to be said here
i bury my head in my arms
and hope that by some strange magic, i'll dissappear
these words they stain like a dye
changing appearance under this night sky
holding close and never wanting to release
my fears will eat us from the inside out
its nights like these when i wish i knew
the answers to everything
like why fathers abandon their sons,
and why death is so easily attainable
i'll scream out for solace into the stars.
watching these cars drive by, the scenery melts into a portrait
of what i wish could be reality
these two lines run parallel,
destined to never intersect
just like my hopes and my actuality
please take me home, please take me home
not to the one i know, its just a concept of a home
but hollow on the inside as to hold
the only things i've ever known
as i'm clutching for dear life
onto his picture, i cant help but wonder
why i care so much for this abandoner
take me home, i'll be the son you've always wished for
please take me home, a place that i'll never know.
i bury my head in my arms
with a burden resting on my tongue
these words, i must speak them with caution
before i become lost in them.
liberate me, liberate me
from this crutch i have lived on
he doesnt need me, and i dont need him
but i do need some sort of confidence
to proclaim myself with
as i enter this new stage of life,
hand in hand with a love
stronger than ever before
i'll tear down this wall that i have worked so hard to put up
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
self immolation
oh please spare me
this embarrassing speech
where you proclaim the end
to every single "i love you"
and every embrace that i've given you
i guess i'll just turn away and become one with the dust
oh cuz self-immolation and contemplation
are playing a game with lust
and when i become, a smoking pile of ash
i'll absorb every piece of light
and never give it back
because this was not part of the plan
we said we'd let this run its course
but you thought something else was better than
those endless nights under streetlights in my arms
where the stars spelled out our names
and the galaxy didnt seem so far
so now i'll sit here by my phone
and pray and wish to hear it ring
so i can hear your voice
for one last time as the flames engulf my home
this embarrassing speech
where you proclaim the end
to every single "i love you"
and every embrace that i've given you
i guess i'll just turn away and become one with the dust
oh cuz self-immolation and contemplation
are playing a game with lust
and when i become, a smoking pile of ash
i'll absorb every piece of light
and never give it back
because this was not part of the plan
we said we'd let this run its course
but you thought something else was better than
those endless nights under streetlights in my arms
where the stars spelled out our names
and the galaxy didnt seem so far
so now i'll sit here by my phone
and pray and wish to hear it ring
so i can hear your voice
for one last time as the flames engulf my home
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