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oh and you're so divine (so tact...so tact..tact..tact         you're like staring into the sun         you're like socks with sandals         you're like a dark alley in broad daylight    and every time you roll your eyes                                                         every time you sigh that heart attack sigh    look at the world we've created    sidewalks big enough to count even steps    our hearts beat with every second guess watch your feet as they take you as far as you need to be                                                                                 (watch mine as they follow you)

car show! my thoughts are built on solid ground. (i won't open my aching hands) so it gets easier cut your losses, walk on back, (we've been expecting you) no more wishing, no more regrets. no more loving, no more living. i've sworn on everything but you                                                     i feel like a waiting room.                                                     i feel like a hurricane. at least remember the truth you are the worst best idea i've ever had you drove me to the woods, told me to get out, and to leave you alone, but like a good dog, i found my way home, oh, i found my way back to you. i'm alri

                 ...that's the problem with solutions (i don't know what to do with them)                    [this would be so much easier on a bed of nails]                    [through thick and thin, and thin and th(I)ck]                    [through all the nights my stomach (was) sick]                    [when minutes turned to seconds, you are my holy grail]                    [i've climbed the lowest mountain, swam a shallow sea]                    [and through the smoke i clearly see, what is left of you and me.]                                                       :).

hope! morals! pressure! defeat! the lights are out, and the dark gets darker and my hands find there way on to my face. (welcome home) it's so hard to believe that it's real. it's so easy to forget we're alive we don't allow ourselves to really feel. don't forget where you came from. i've spent years playing philosopher, and i've only confused myself                  my thoughts are a well organized mess                  (you'd think i'd be getting better at this.) X's vs. O's path vs. destruction love vs. hate alcohol vs. sincerity dreams vs. reality you vs. me you and me vs. the world.

die hard, shakespeare! everything that i held dear to me for so long, finally came in like the tide (i can't swim) so much at stake, but so little to lose. such a kind embrace, (i can barely see your face) i've seen so many colors (well, 50 different shades of blue) i've felt your grace  (in the end, it all comes back to you)

hélas, je vous récite, lors de mon premier café de la journée. how is it that you can see (write) through me but your eyes hide a brick wall. et oui, c'est la dernière fois que j'écoute mon coeur. (car c'est toi qui m'intrigue)     i've got this thing with time, because i forget that it exists.     i've got this thing with rain, .because i love to hear its stories     i've got the worst timed inspirations but a well equipped soul. c'est pas ma faute que tu n'es plus capable de sentir l'amour. i've felt the sting of exasperation i've seen the signs of a well hid lie i've lived enough to live a thousan

so much caught so much stuck (around faith) so much time.        time.        time.             how do i know you exist?  (how do you i know you can feel.)             how can i see it in your eyes? (how do i know this is real.)             so much (little) at stake. at what point does heart meet justice? so little time, so many questions (someone, stop this man) stale. stale. stale. conversations with east and west can stop the surrounding sound of our dreams and appraise the circumstance in which we curiously take on the role(s) of escapists. this may sound like (.nothing.) to you but it will save your life. let the t

fallow (characterized by inactivity) me down.                                                                 look at the colours, let me show you around. remember when it was this easy? remember i could ask for serenity and it would be granted? (gift wrapped in your lips) i'm pleased to be your downfall.                                              make yourself at home.     you're so pretty when i don't think about you.                                                                  (too bad all my thoughts are memories of you) haha. are you confused? do you like reading lies? i've got this rock, and i've sharpened it to your

i swear there's a desert behind my eyes exchange that devilish stare with something with some substance there can't be anything left that's tangible  (even our pet [love] has passed) maybe your stomach will hurt again maybe i'll grow wings and walk away (you never know)                                                                                there's only so many trips i can make without forgetting where i came from.                                                        you just can't see it, but it's there, i can feel it. so much time so much effort don't worry, this is not about regret as much as it's about picking up the pi

think about it. by the end of 4 years, we'll have gone back in time.                                                                           (laser guided relief) hospitals, not bombs. compassion, not personal vendettas.                                                        there's a better way of living (and it's not in fear) the relentlessness makes me sick.     a voice silenced by a hail of gunfire.  (what he said was wrong, he's a fucking liar) this is the promotional tool of the weak (the voiceless) for the one's that can't speak (or are afraid) the (quality) of (living) is (dropping)...even in the great north. i can sme