shame

[staticandclarity]

constantly awaking and constantly ending
this play of sorts based upon my head
the roles of thieves and saints
deal out in colors of black and white

oh how i see
this must mean many things
one day i'll get it right
if you dont understand than you clearly dont comply
with who i am
and what i speak...doesnt mean simply everything
it just reads that you and me will never quite be at rest.

i would much rather let actions leave you goosebumps on your spine
and send paralysis to my knees
as im constantly in honor of how much you mean
but its simply not enough

maybe i have to spread it everywhere in plain view
for all eyes to see in hopes that you may just fall upon it
but these replies dont come
and my thoughts will remain unanswered
"he's asking for someone to pick up the phone"

i know that the moon rises and falls
i know the fog will pass along with the haze
in time all things do
and maybe when the sun comes up looking for us
we'll be lying together in our skin
in perfect daylight
we will sit beneath the trees
breathing and singing:

"this is the detail in perfection
im so happy i could just die
were so close together we've become
separated by the world around
and forgotten by a social scene
all that matters is in between
simply these fingers entangled together"

lately i've been thinking
that i've been thinking too much.
...what the hell do i know these days.