metrics. and. melodramatics.keep this memoir live through these reflectionsretrospective - - all tangled up likev e i n s my heart feels this so,sooner I lay my head to R e s t the darker this bed will become empty and weightless breathless and full of crying commotionsbegging for a relapse
tonite.wont.make.a.difference. Im going under.right there, underneath these lights, with sympathy versus scienceSynopsis, a fiber optic balletfull of form and color, you make my eyes twinkle,sparkle like the sky.Aurora Borealis paint my face in the most natural of ways, dont ask me questions, as my firefly eyes hit your pillow,with an impact more impressionable then deathsay tomorrowTonite wont make a difference.
on.our.own. Do you remember those days?When we thought the tears would never endYour breath, resounding to the tuneThat old familiar song,Beautifully, disastrouslyStanding on the front porch,Eyes to the setting sun I never thought I could feel so low, It is one thing that I can do nothing aboutAnd in the moment I dream of better days.Warmth rising in my throat,And the idea of being whole,Those days are filled with smoke now,Murky and bedridden,Like the belief that our heroes would live eternallyThat we could share our entire lives with those we loveCan you fathom the idea of losing your livelihood?
forevers.gonna.start.tonite.hey there "please get out of bed" tangled veins & broken down i live here now it is what i breathe