xdashingability
11/22/05, 09:14 AM
You say you’re first-class at erasing… everything that you regret?
If that were true, then you would do everything you could to prevent this.
Is this an undoing of my grievances and arguments?
Because you’re turning more and more dangerous, so unsound and hesitant.
And if you’re unlacing yourself to me, then don’t inconvenience yourself, because
This is the end of it, this is the ending we’ve met.
We’ve become perfectly attached monsters in these inviting bodies,
Your clothes and my adoring hands go together like friends and camaraderie.
I just can’t shake your appeal and these attractions off of me.
What with your lustrous eyes, your warm hands, and your lips sprayed glossily.
I would save myself by drowning in the frost, but that wouldn’t make any headway.
It’s 30 degrees and I can see your breath get lost, you’re beautiful, but insidious with the give and take.
I can tell that there’s a problem here, one that’s not an easy solve,
But we should try to gain from this and lose ourselves in the surrounding calm.
Is this how you directed our farewell scene? Because this’ll be a famous ending.
With your heart bleeding profusely and a hand of mine like surgeons mending your aches like surgery.
We’ll be the stars of the play, the stars of the movie with such a suitable finish. One that is murderous.
One that murders all worry. So meet me at the exit…
Take my hand and let’s take to the streets and wander around all of the city’s possibilities.
Give me your fairest eyes and we’ll shape out the end of the night
On cemented sidewalks next to the soaring buildings.
There is anxiety between us because no one here wants to sleep alone,
But we’re arguing and bickering with the most illogical reasoning
Outside in the cold over issues that no one here condones,
It’s doubtful that either of us will succeed in anything…
Unless one of us constructs a different approach
And I lie far too well to do that, but I swear I lie lovingly.
And that’s not me being honest or direct,
That’s a promise coming from downhearted intellect.
Now, we’re standing silent in the streets that all the people travel on,
But no one’s driving. It’s 3:00 AM in the morning and the night’s nearly gone,
Everyone’s asleep in their beds and dead to the town, hours away from their alarms.
And I have to tell you, my dear, this noisy affiliation has deafened me for far too long.
Baby, you’re gorgeous, but I can’t read your face anymore.
So I’m making this night my last with you and I’ll abscond away for safety at your door.
But as I leave your pretty qualities, It’ll be a convoluted goodbye, but I’ll make it seem effortless
Setting my heart out of its delay, and accelerating it to a habitual beat inside my bruised chest.
It’s for the best. For the best.
It's for the best. For the best, dearest.
If that were true, then you would do everything you could to prevent this.
Is this an undoing of my grievances and arguments?
Because you’re turning more and more dangerous, so unsound and hesitant.
And if you’re unlacing yourself to me, then don’t inconvenience yourself, because
This is the end of it, this is the ending we’ve met.
We’ve become perfectly attached monsters in these inviting bodies,
Your clothes and my adoring hands go together like friends and camaraderie.
I just can’t shake your appeal and these attractions off of me.
What with your lustrous eyes, your warm hands, and your lips sprayed glossily.
I would save myself by drowning in the frost, but that wouldn’t make any headway.
It’s 30 degrees and I can see your breath get lost, you’re beautiful, but insidious with the give and take.
I can tell that there’s a problem here, one that’s not an easy solve,
But we should try to gain from this and lose ourselves in the surrounding calm.
Is this how you directed our farewell scene? Because this’ll be a famous ending.
With your heart bleeding profusely and a hand of mine like surgeons mending your aches like surgery.
We’ll be the stars of the play, the stars of the movie with such a suitable finish. One that is murderous.
One that murders all worry. So meet me at the exit…
Take my hand and let’s take to the streets and wander around all of the city’s possibilities.
Give me your fairest eyes and we’ll shape out the end of the night
On cemented sidewalks next to the soaring buildings.
There is anxiety between us because no one here wants to sleep alone,
But we’re arguing and bickering with the most illogical reasoning
Outside in the cold over issues that no one here condones,
It’s doubtful that either of us will succeed in anything…
Unless one of us constructs a different approach
And I lie far too well to do that, but I swear I lie lovingly.
And that’s not me being honest or direct,
That’s a promise coming from downhearted intellect.
Now, we’re standing silent in the streets that all the people travel on,
But no one’s driving. It’s 3:00 AM in the morning and the night’s nearly gone,
Everyone’s asleep in their beds and dead to the town, hours away from their alarms.
And I have to tell you, my dear, this noisy affiliation has deafened me for far too long.
Baby, you’re gorgeous, but I can’t read your face anymore.
So I’m making this night my last with you and I’ll abscond away for safety at your door.
But as I leave your pretty qualities, It’ll be a convoluted goodbye, but I’ll make it seem effortless
Setting my heart out of its delay, and accelerating it to a habitual beat inside my bruised chest.
It’s for the best. For the best.
It's for the best. For the best, dearest.