lifelesslove
09/07/03, 11:07 AM
Haven't posted anything in awhile, but here's a new piece, hopefully people will get the meaning of the song....
"Wear It Well"
I didn't think you had this in you. Your a creature, and my curse. And when you'll portray a result, wearing dark clothes to match a black soul. We display eccentric fashion, we're new and up to date... but the inner heart, and our divine human, we've only grown to hate.
The line to lost intentions, define a porcelain runway, as you crack the floors with en vogue shoes, and an inner force you hoped to hide. You yield a passion, close your lips, and pass into a dulling sense. "smile for the cameras, and hope they don't impair you, flash just like an instant reminder, and take you back to when."
*Chorus*
Then you fold like designer clothes, fit your outfits like your feelings, then place them into drawers. We always wanted spotlights, and we always stole the limelight, but when you lose your sponsors, you wilt like a weeping heart (when you had one, and now your nothing)...face first on the ground, and we feel just like the sky we're falling..."you're a darling, when you wear updated fashion".
She sits, head bowed, on the train, riding from town to town (guy to guy) spreading her intent...the nature of this mission wears well in her head, the first to lie gets the majority of the prize...and we all watch her from corrupted eyes...she's so beautiful..."spare your breath, your too happy, way too happy."
Completely barren in a chair burning her away in a light she always wondered never followed. Pen arched, he jots down answers that will only delay interests for months, and he nods in agreement. "what did she mean, her structure demeaning".
*chorus*
your as shallows as this puddle , the tears you wished you cried, now draining you of sympathy... now making you comply.
"Wear It Well"
I didn't think you had this in you. Your a creature, and my curse. And when you'll portray a result, wearing dark clothes to match a black soul. We display eccentric fashion, we're new and up to date... but the inner heart, and our divine human, we've only grown to hate.
The line to lost intentions, define a porcelain runway, as you crack the floors with en vogue shoes, and an inner force you hoped to hide. You yield a passion, close your lips, and pass into a dulling sense. "smile for the cameras, and hope they don't impair you, flash just like an instant reminder, and take you back to when."
*Chorus*
Then you fold like designer clothes, fit your outfits like your feelings, then place them into drawers. We always wanted spotlights, and we always stole the limelight, but when you lose your sponsors, you wilt like a weeping heart (when you had one, and now your nothing)...face first on the ground, and we feel just like the sky we're falling..."you're a darling, when you wear updated fashion".
She sits, head bowed, on the train, riding from town to town (guy to guy) spreading her intent...the nature of this mission wears well in her head, the first to lie gets the majority of the prize...and we all watch her from corrupted eyes...she's so beautiful..."spare your breath, your too happy, way too happy."
Completely barren in a chair burning her away in a light she always wondered never followed. Pen arched, he jots down answers that will only delay interests for months, and he nods in agreement. "what did she mean, her structure demeaning".
*chorus*
your as shallows as this puddle , the tears you wished you cried, now draining you of sympathy... now making you comply.