Foggy Mornings

[Mannella]

Throbbing headaches are the fog on my mind.
So confused in this lie, all I can do is pretend to fly.
Because aren't we all soaring, jet planes screaming into the sky?
Funny how you'll never realize your bailing
till the wings graze the tops of the trees.
Gravity excitement becomes explosion, and we all burn.
How can you pretend this isn't awkward,
when we weren't designed for this?
Sexual healing is an urban legend, a musical myth.
Every love song sings the same, that everything is alright.
Living the dream that only songwriters sing about.
Someday the clouds will clear
and we will stretch our fingers into the air.
Daylight will creep through the foggy mornings
and awkward silences will be welcomed.
The weather watcher will proclaim clear skies,
and the jet planes will once again soar on by.

[xDemolition<3er]

Very nice! I especially like the part when you say "So confused in this lie, all I can do is pretend to fly. Because aren't we all soaring, jet planes screaming into the sky?"

[chemicalife]

very nice =)
i like how you mention the jet planes again at the end, it makes it complete

[CellarGhosts]

nice job man, I like it.

the last few lines are really good.

[Mannella]

We've had quite a few foggy mornings up here lately in my part of Canada. I guess I love to correlate weather patterns with the swirling weather in my head. Mwah, haha.