In Dolorosa
07/10/05, 12:31 PM
you get off to heartbreak and you are screaming my name
Rain will lull me to sleep, but not before I resurface a memory from long ago and the future that could have been. The truth is, these feelings haven’t changed since last July. You taught me about falling in love, and now you are tearing that away. These words pervading through your mind will wither from your lips, fall to the ground, short in time. Failure, failure, failure. The fissure in my heart won’t seize these dreams that sort through the feathers that lead to my headway. It’s beginning to agonize the creed that once led my beliefs. It’s deteriorating. Can you live with lies? Please do a favor for yourself and present how you feel. I lied. I lied to protect what you had. But silence is killing me, and I'm holding back words. So many words. I'm swallowing to many, they're flowing through my body.
Come slow dance in my quarters, we can avoid the shadows that the trees seem to love. The moonlight speaks it’s mind tonight. I only speak of your middle name at the end of our conversations, because you are the only one in which a whole name is worth saying. Marie, Marie, Marie. How beautiful it sounds as it tickles the lips that once were kissed with meaning.
Regrets will haunt you when it’s late at night. The TV’s on, your eyes are elsewhere. The radio is dimming, but your ears are elsewhere. They are fixed on the clock that is ticking on your wall. You’re begging for tomorrow, and regretting today. Turn away. Time is just a figure to regret loneliness, a reminder to write home when you want to be missed. Don’t do this to yourself… don’t do this to me. Where will you be when this summer trips in between us? The truth is surfacing and screaming to come out. Where will you be when summer comes around?
Rain will lull me to sleep, but not before I resurface a memory from long ago and the future that could have been. The truth is, these feelings haven’t changed since last July. You taught me about falling in love, and now you are tearing that away. These words pervading through your mind will wither from your lips, fall to the ground, short in time. Failure, failure, failure. The fissure in my heart won’t seize these dreams that sort through the feathers that lead to my headway. It’s beginning to agonize the creed that once led my beliefs. It’s deteriorating. Can you live with lies? Please do a favor for yourself and present how you feel. I lied. I lied to protect what you had. But silence is killing me, and I'm holding back words. So many words. I'm swallowing to many, they're flowing through my body.
Come slow dance in my quarters, we can avoid the shadows that the trees seem to love. The moonlight speaks it’s mind tonight. I only speak of your middle name at the end of our conversations, because you are the only one in which a whole name is worth saying. Marie, Marie, Marie. How beautiful it sounds as it tickles the lips that once were kissed with meaning.
Regrets will haunt you when it’s late at night. The TV’s on, your eyes are elsewhere. The radio is dimming, but your ears are elsewhere. They are fixed on the clock that is ticking on your wall. You’re begging for tomorrow, and regretting today. Turn away. Time is just a figure to regret loneliness, a reminder to write home when you want to be missed. Don’t do this to yourself… don’t do this to me. Where will you be when this summer trips in between us? The truth is surfacing and screaming to come out. Where will you be when summer comes around?