lifelesslove
07/14/03, 12:13 PM
old just like the other new ones...
Lost Better Judgment
With the ears to your mouth, and my heart to the wind…
Souls will feign forever, and never process love.
Because once would mean you love me,
Twice can’t save my time, and I’m all alone just wondering, if forever could be mine.
Because with this empty basket of memories,
Pictured fake photography of what we could never be…
Your fingers now too fragile and bleakly repaired to hold a love.
The angel of things to come, that is bad, always bad.
*Chorus
With the lights dimmed right, just enough to burn you up,
And a fire from my body that will save me from these thoughts.
With my conscience, and a handgun, the results would blow you away.
And after I savor the winnings, the tears choked from your eyes.
Walk away, a better person, one who can now reek of freedom.
Bleeding his final notes over a stereotypical background.
A moon sliced out of the ordinary, a crescent cleaver that would
Fall on my feelings, and die on these fields, and never shape her face enough for me to find her. The judgment I made was lost in the shallow depths of your eyes, running away from the truth.
Go so far, enough to progress over high wires, below the deepest trenches. The limelight has been set on me, because I made a choice to fall for something I couldn’t pick up to begin with. Lost in lowered expectations.
*Chorus-One without the needle in the haystack, on my player…I’ll find your heart.
Time off to pardon this heart, on the grounds of unloyal lushes,
Who would rather hit the bottle, then the town with their lovers.
Taking the time to let my arms race the air, and when my words would get stuck in my throat, like this foot in the door. I’ll bite my tongue again.
Seasonal demands, my age dictates your mistakes. But one day you will become love-locked, and notice that your faux pas will only hinder the progress you said you lived off of. And my smell will remain, filling the air with the fragrance of one truth.
Lost Better Judgment
With the ears to your mouth, and my heart to the wind…
Souls will feign forever, and never process love.
Because once would mean you love me,
Twice can’t save my time, and I’m all alone just wondering, if forever could be mine.
Because with this empty basket of memories,
Pictured fake photography of what we could never be…
Your fingers now too fragile and bleakly repaired to hold a love.
The angel of things to come, that is bad, always bad.
*Chorus
With the lights dimmed right, just enough to burn you up,
And a fire from my body that will save me from these thoughts.
With my conscience, and a handgun, the results would blow you away.
And after I savor the winnings, the tears choked from your eyes.
Walk away, a better person, one who can now reek of freedom.
Bleeding his final notes over a stereotypical background.
A moon sliced out of the ordinary, a crescent cleaver that would
Fall on my feelings, and die on these fields, and never shape her face enough for me to find her. The judgment I made was lost in the shallow depths of your eyes, running away from the truth.
Go so far, enough to progress over high wires, below the deepest trenches. The limelight has been set on me, because I made a choice to fall for something I couldn’t pick up to begin with. Lost in lowered expectations.
*Chorus-One without the needle in the haystack, on my player…I’ll find your heart.
Time off to pardon this heart, on the grounds of unloyal lushes,
Who would rather hit the bottle, then the town with their lovers.
Taking the time to let my arms race the air, and when my words would get stuck in my throat, like this foot in the door. I’ll bite my tongue again.
Seasonal demands, my age dictates your mistakes. But one day you will become love-locked, and notice that your faux pas will only hinder the progress you said you lived off of. And my smell will remain, filling the air with the fragrance of one truth.