lifelesslove
10/30/03, 11:17 AM
Billboards On How To Be Less Obvious
I guess you‘re giving this game up
You say it‘s tiresome to perform.
The blade is getting dull, my expressions now getting bland.
And my eyes don’t show connections, and his eyes just started caring, “Guess I’ll die out like this phone card…guess I’ll die out like this last note.”
And I wish my anticipation was like a stalker, knowing well they consume their prey, but I’ve wasted my thoughts on things I’ll never see
“Your hand in mine was an optimistic fairy tale”. And, at least in the end, the person who followed somehow won the chase.
And I guess my eyes feel the same they did before,
But the tears have changed their reasons, they fall faster than expectations. (Can I ever forget, how your words tempt the best, can I ever forget, the words that stilled this chest)
This black velvet kiss, now drowns the waterway of my throat, the absence of a good vocabulary, is now just what you’ve wanted.
I just don’t know what to say, you know, I’ve wrote, sickening and selfless letters to you. Wearing this pen out, like gladiators with their sword. And, the pastime just wears old, one too many flesh wounds, one too many pen marks.
And I’m back to where I’ve started, holding my heart dead in my hands. With the distraction of seven long years holding it’s scarlet rivers, flowing through these weakened fingertips.
And I guess my eyes feel the same they did before,
But the tears have changed their reasons, they fall faster than expectations. (Can I ever forget, how your words tempt the best, can I forget, the words that stilled this chest)
This black velvet kiss, now drowns the waterway of my throat, the absence of a good vocabulary, is now just what you’ve wanted.
I know they never did enough, but I wish my words could be larger, and show height over this town, and the assorted of girls could feign, and then laugh…
“I wish mine would say that to me”, and they’d still hold their lips shut….but you want to consume….
When these billboards have lives of their own, when the billboards message is just way overgrown
I guess you‘re giving this game up
You say it‘s tiresome to perform.
The blade is getting dull, my expressions now getting bland.
And my eyes don’t show connections, and his eyes just started caring, “Guess I’ll die out like this phone card…guess I’ll die out like this last note.”
And I wish my anticipation was like a stalker, knowing well they consume their prey, but I’ve wasted my thoughts on things I’ll never see
“Your hand in mine was an optimistic fairy tale”. And, at least in the end, the person who followed somehow won the chase.
And I guess my eyes feel the same they did before,
But the tears have changed their reasons, they fall faster than expectations. (Can I ever forget, how your words tempt the best, can I ever forget, the words that stilled this chest)
This black velvet kiss, now drowns the waterway of my throat, the absence of a good vocabulary, is now just what you’ve wanted.
I just don’t know what to say, you know, I’ve wrote, sickening and selfless letters to you. Wearing this pen out, like gladiators with their sword. And, the pastime just wears old, one too many flesh wounds, one too many pen marks.
And I’m back to where I’ve started, holding my heart dead in my hands. With the distraction of seven long years holding it’s scarlet rivers, flowing through these weakened fingertips.
And I guess my eyes feel the same they did before,
But the tears have changed their reasons, they fall faster than expectations. (Can I ever forget, how your words tempt the best, can I forget, the words that stilled this chest)
This black velvet kiss, now drowns the waterway of my throat, the absence of a good vocabulary, is now just what you’ve wanted.
I know they never did enough, but I wish my words could be larger, and show height over this town, and the assorted of girls could feign, and then laugh…
“I wish mine would say that to me”, and they’d still hold their lips shut….but you want to consume….
When these billboards have lives of their own, when the billboards message is just way overgrown