cityfastasleep
08/11/08, 08:14 PM
on the spur of the moment,
it's like the past,
and your voice is the most beautiful thing
I've heard in my thousand past dreams,
but it's the inescapable,
the unchallengeable now,
and the ghosts keep coming up,
through the floor boards of your nostalgic words,
I've waited up far too long
too much time I've wasted waiting,
the air conditioner finally died,
and the stale air causes my stale stare
to water and blink,
sticky notes litter my house
reminding me there's too much,
to much to do before we learn to love
and die.
I need a better ending I know.
it's like the past,
and your voice is the most beautiful thing
I've heard in my thousand past dreams,
but it's the inescapable,
the unchallengeable now,
and the ghosts keep coming up,
through the floor boards of your nostalgic words,
I've waited up far too long
too much time I've wasted waiting,
the air conditioner finally died,
and the stale air causes my stale stare
to water and blink,
sticky notes litter my house
reminding me there's too much,
to much to do before we learn to love
and die.
I need a better ending I know.