Vanity__Dearest
09/13/05, 06:11 AM
wrote this today. one of those songs you write late at night, and you still are trying to figure out what you meant. either way, it was inspired by my novel work.
check it out.
The City Yawns (in that odd shade of white)
trust me, the people are worn out.
from wearing lips for encores.
if we scream "you're one dying breed"
we correlate our body juxtaposition.
so bodily sick and worn that you can't be trusted.
and the girl with her hands in her pockets. metaphors of fingers clenching. for that green on the other side.
we won't pretend we don't size up our prey like gunslingers.
Pirouetting eyes and dart-like lips.
rather hold a crown than a holster
but declaring negligence isn't worth it. it's only for amends and commands.
They fuck for the trend of it.
Fortunes fourteen leagues under the sea.
lost. translation.
we're outlaws clenching our hearts in the ramparts. under frozen frost blankets. carrying our feet in the trenches.
every sigh, becomes a broken light bulb, in this house of compassion.
She Broke. (she's in shards, your in stitches)
Grow stronger, it's a mtter of time. the sky lifts the pigments from your palms.
your cold hearted. your pulse calms. and you kiss like a suicide bomber.
our heart beats like the airwaves.
"i'm going down , and taking you with me."
check it out.
The City Yawns (in that odd shade of white)
trust me, the people are worn out.
from wearing lips for encores.
if we scream "you're one dying breed"
we correlate our body juxtaposition.
so bodily sick and worn that you can't be trusted.
and the girl with her hands in her pockets. metaphors of fingers clenching. for that green on the other side.
we won't pretend we don't size up our prey like gunslingers.
Pirouetting eyes and dart-like lips.
rather hold a crown than a holster
but declaring negligence isn't worth it. it's only for amends and commands.
They fuck for the trend of it.
Fortunes fourteen leagues under the sea.
lost. translation.
we're outlaws clenching our hearts in the ramparts. under frozen frost blankets. carrying our feet in the trenches.
every sigh, becomes a broken light bulb, in this house of compassion.
She Broke. (she's in shards, your in stitches)
Grow stronger, it's a mtter of time. the sky lifts the pigments from your palms.
your cold hearted. your pulse calms. and you kiss like a suicide bomber.
our heart beats like the airwaves.
"i'm going down , and taking you with me."