we are the memories of what we once loved.
we are the remainders of their division.
pieces left of places we've been and haven't seen.
i see your fragments in my head
there for me to piece together later
they flash through like visions in my dreams and get confused
what was what couldve been
all became the same when I left and fell off
when my eyes close and the wholes open wide.
i see u far away.
these beginning rituals of elementary introductions from when we first meet.
second glances become the second chances of the lives we have lived out in my head
awkward deportment of our stance as the lids are caught agape for the first time
makes us jump back
sweaty demeanors we learned from the preparatory
keeps you at my distance so as to derive your intention.
this sick math stays my hand
a restraint from your touch
hold me close. hold me close.
these sights play out before me and life becomes my movie.
its my favorite except ive lived the past 20 minutes over and over
all i see now are their eyes staring at my broken places and torn up faces
that i wear to hide the scars
the scenes tickle that spot in me that loves, the one lying dormant.
it twitches in the morning light
stretches
yawns
greeted by the friend and deliverer
...
and cut to the heart
only to sleep the day away
this world has taught me to hate
and the love that spills out becomes like poison
slowly killing me each time it feels
i play back the moments of my film on the big screen of my soul
the surface is torn and battered
i need a guide because the place im at is so far from where i kno.
the people here are stangers and the lights are dim
bring the siren
bring the sirens
listen to the sirens
they preach the demise of the places you knew
they proclaim the pain you can not escape
and fill you heart with dread so you can not feel
except for
the love thats been turned to poison
festering at the wounds youve hid from the light for so long.
where is my guide
my virgil to show me the way out from this place
"this man has not yet seen his last evening
but, through his madness, is so close to it
that there is hardly time to turn about"
we are the remainders of their division.
pieces left of places we've been and haven't seen.
i see your fragments in my head
there for me to piece together later
they flash through like visions in my dreams and get confused
what was what couldve been
all became the same when I left and fell off
when my eyes close and the wholes open wide.
i see u far away.
these beginning rituals of elementary introductions from when we first meet.
second glances become the second chances of the lives we have lived out in my head
awkward deportment of our stance as the lids are caught agape for the first time
makes us jump back
sweaty demeanors we learned from the preparatory
keeps you at my distance so as to derive your intention.
this sick math stays my hand
a restraint from your touch
hold me close. hold me close.
these sights play out before me and life becomes my movie.
its my favorite except ive lived the past 20 minutes over and over
all i see now are their eyes staring at my broken places and torn up faces
that i wear to hide the scars
the scenes tickle that spot in me that loves, the one lying dormant.
it twitches in the morning light
stretches
yawns
greeted by the friend and deliverer
...
and cut to the heart
only to sleep the day away
this world has taught me to hate
and the love that spills out becomes like poison
slowly killing me each time it feels
i play back the moments of my film on the big screen of my soul
the surface is torn and battered
i need a guide because the place im at is so far from where i kno.
the people here are stangers and the lights are dim
bring the siren
bring the sirens
listen to the sirens
they preach the demise of the places you knew
they proclaim the pain you can not escape
and fill you heart with dread so you can not feel
except for
the love thats been turned to poison
festering at the wounds youve hid from the light for so long.
where is my guide
my virgil to show me the way out from this place
"this man has not yet seen his last evening
but, through his madness, is so close to it
that there is hardly time to turn about"
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