wishxfulthinker
09/12/03, 11:02 PM
My tongue speaks a language of poetry and defense
A slang you will never ever hope to hear.
Syllables of poison you can drink it all down quick
An antidote is useless your body is immune.
A bias filter obstructs your side of the story
Slipping through only what you want to hear.
Your shaking in fear your naive in your notions of me
You stand straighter without my company.
You're the ice in the glass the cold shoulder for crying
Diamond tears and you melt on my lips.
To describe your eyes is to picture a wasteland of youth
Impassive and empty, a thousand miles deep.
Roaring an echo that screams to the depths of my mind.
And pours out my eyes in a blur.
My words are defense against the way love seems to grow.
Bloodroot is torn from the ground.
I love you in a way that heaven can dream up the rest.
Though you dream in a way that is damned.
My life is the book that's been shelved for years.
You talk like you've read cover to cover.
A slang you will never ever hope to hear.
Syllables of poison you can drink it all down quick
An antidote is useless your body is immune.
A bias filter obstructs your side of the story
Slipping through only what you want to hear.
Your shaking in fear your naive in your notions of me
You stand straighter without my company.
You're the ice in the glass the cold shoulder for crying
Diamond tears and you melt on my lips.
To describe your eyes is to picture a wasteland of youth
Impassive and empty, a thousand miles deep.
Roaring an echo that screams to the depths of my mind.
And pours out my eyes in a blur.
My words are defense against the way love seems to grow.
Bloodroot is torn from the ground.
I love you in a way that heaven can dream up the rest.
Though you dream in a way that is damned.
My life is the book that's been shelved for years.
You talk like you've read cover to cover.