punkysmurf
03/01/06, 12:46 PM
Star Struck or Why I Love 1 A.M. Dorm Rooms
It's a flaming star crashing in your eyelids and spilling red sparkle love drug down your chest. It's your face (smiling bright smiling bright smiling bright) framed in my pathetic hands (wrinkled tight wrinkled tight wrinkled tight). It's this feeling of e[iso]lation and love hate circles dancing deadly on dead friends in dead end jobs as the dead lick crosses hoping for salvation. It's songs sung too loud, voices cracking, no one laughing as smoke chokes the anger in a friendly fire alarm. It's sloppy secrets birthed from stinking solace under the summer solstice; whispers waking neighbors, lovers doing favors; no end in sight no end in sight. End in sight so I can kiss the breeze you shoot with loose lips and bony hips (but I am the captain going down with the ship!). It's cut up crater promises making moons of your eyes as I watch and wait for the sun (for the sun! for the son!) to melt the broken glass left by the night. I am the flower that can never bloom with you pacing around the fucking room.
It's a flaming star crashing in your eyelids and spilling red sparkle love drug down your chest. It's your face (smiling bright smiling bright smiling bright) framed in my pathetic hands (wrinkled tight wrinkled tight wrinkled tight). It's this feeling of e[iso]lation and love hate circles dancing deadly on dead friends in dead end jobs as the dead lick crosses hoping for salvation. It's songs sung too loud, voices cracking, no one laughing as smoke chokes the anger in a friendly fire alarm. It's sloppy secrets birthed from stinking solace under the summer solstice; whispers waking neighbors, lovers doing favors; no end in sight no end in sight. End in sight so I can kiss the breeze you shoot with loose lips and bony hips (but I am the captain going down with the ship!). It's cut up crater promises making moons of your eyes as I watch and wait for the sun (for the sun! for the son!) to melt the broken glass left by the night. I am the flower that can never bloom with you pacing around the fucking room.