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Look for That Woman

Mon Oct 27, 2008, 4:05 PM
There's a weight over me today.
It's something I have to say.
Love you too much to leave,
Don't like you enough to stay.

My head's in a mess
And I'm stressed,
But I guess its a test
In the quest for happiness
And the rest of that mess
So I best just acquiesce
Even though I've grown tired of you

And that ain't meant to sound spiteful,
I'm just trying to be insightful.
When I write all my emotions
In the night, all the stuff I try to fight
Will just come out
And the sad fact is...
I'm so tired of you

Love, its a weird thing ain't it?
There's no way to explain it
But I swear as well as pain
There should be joy, but we sustain
The same level of mundane
And it's numbing me through

I often wonder if I'd miss you
And still have the urge to kiss you
If an issue was to hit through
To this heart that now feels disused
And said issue was too big to just ignore...
And I walked out on you

The chances are I'd fall apart
And suffer seizures of the heart
As my chest begins to smart
The very second I have to part
I'd want to go back to the start
But then again...
Maybe I'd just feel new

Maybe I'd get my life on track
And start to focus my attack
On all the things my life just lacks
And start to claw my passion back
Instead of living like a hack,
Half committed half relaxed,
Cause I'd have nothing to lose

There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay

I guess lately I've had too much time to think
And, yeah, way too much drink
When paper meets the ink
Over-thinking is the chink in my armour
That's just what I do.

And I've always been that way --
Forever questioning each day
And every plea that's made
That maybe when i lay my busy mind
Will make me prove by finding problems and reasons,
That might not even be true.

See we got together so young,
Before our real lives had begun.
But flowers don't grow up as one.
Each finds its own way to the sun,
And that's exactly what we've done.
We've grown up separately too.

And for a few years now
It's been the problem,
And these realisations --
I wish that I could stop them
But I've realised that love
Is all we have in common
and deep down you know that's true.

But then surely that I'm still in love with you
Means there's something we can do
To get us through and to pursue
A brand new point of view
On how this gap grew...
Between me and you.

So there's a weight over me
And I'd hate to have to leave
But in fate I don't believe
And the state of you and me
Isn't great as you can see...
So I'll keep thinking this through.

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

  • Mood: Egghead

His Hands Matched His Tongue

Mon Apr 7, 2008, 7:11 PM
A long walk home,
Riddled with regret.
Un-com-mon-ly
Comfortable
But still, I believe

That in time, I
Think I'll see
Just what's been weighing
Down on me
An unearthy void, collapsed,
Exposing what was trapped
To release this serendipitous design.

The smell of smoke;
The evening sky was bruised.
Belated conversation, saturate anticipation...
For the answers that simply won't come

But not I,
I won't ask..
Forget my place
Amongst the grass
The leaves and the trees
Remember me
And in my naievity
It might be seen
The pail has leaks
And even if
You put all your water
Into it
You'll end up with nothing
Left to drink
The well has gone dry, and I with it

Oh, someday she'll be gone...
But we'll still have a song to sing

  • Mood: Artistic

Vultures

Mon Dec 17, 2007, 9:49 AM
Wake all the children from their slumber
Before they wonder
Why the dreams have gone to hell

Wake all the children from their sleep
Down the staircase we shall creep
To the basement of this white picket home

Let's show them where the bad ones go
For all they know
For all they know
Their heroes are still untouchable
What they don't know
What they don't know

All the preachers and all the ministers
Administer those sinister looks
They teach from a liar's chair
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer

You'll find the cross only fits
When your hands and feet are nailed to it
"Can we get a picture with the pauper
And another with the prince?"
Ma'am, he's got your daughter wrapped in his fists

To the boys and girls he's alabaster
But to his brothers, just another bastard
With a story about a girl
Enough to make you sick
And how she made him king of her gracious hips
Yeah, she's found a way to crown his fingertips

We'll see if you can find your smile, tooth by tooth

Let's show them where the bad ones go
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose
Let's show them where the bad ones go
Color your criminal -
Paint black lines on your bones

Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap
What lives below he wouldn't know
So let's tell them where the bad ones go

You curse the tail between your legs
Blue-faced and black-jawed
Your innocent eyes rotted
From your bedroom in the night
A lesson from the learned
And if your skin won't fit
Don't sell your soul just yet

If the herd is the temptation
That the faithless can't evade,
"We ate all forbidden grapes
and retreated to the vineyard
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell
I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell."

Let's see if you can find your smile, tooth by tooth

Let's show them where the bad ones go
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose
Let's show them where the bad ones go
Color your criminal -
Paint black lines on your bones

Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap
What lives below he wouldn't know
So let's tell them where the bad ones go

You'll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies
But you're running from all of us
You're running from all of us
You're running from all your love

Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap
What lives below he wouldn't know
So let's tell them where the bad ones go

  • Mood: Stuck

Smile For The Cameras

Fri Nov 30, 2007, 12:07 AM
What if you find out
Everyone that's in your life
Is only being paid off
By a T.V. studio
And every conversation
Everyone's had with you
Was scripted by the writers
Living in Los Angeles

Smile for the camera

Put on a show for the viewers back home
Hide the truth so they'll never know
You hate what you got
Can't you love what you got?
So smile for the cameras that keep rolling

What if you find out
Everything that's in your life
Was only put in front of you
By people waiting for you to fall
And every time you trip up
Is all just a game
Nothing's really mattered
Nothing was as bad as you thought it was

Smile for the camera

Put on a show for the viewers back home
Hide the truth so they'll never know
You hate what you got
Can't you love what you got?
So smile for the cameras that keep rolling

The banquet the reception, it was all for you
Affectionate obsession from the masses grew
But little do they all know
You're just scared
You're just scared of when they'll write you off your own show

Put on a show for the viewers back home
Hide the truth so they'll never know
You hate what you got
Can't you love what you got?
So smile for the cameras that keep rolling

Love what you got, can't you love what you got?

  • Mood: Isolated

The Same Mistake

Wed Nov 14, 2007, 12:24 AM
So while I'm turning in my sheets
And once again I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello?
There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy, but
My heart is heavy - does it show?
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go

And so I sent some men to fight
And one came back at dead of night
Said he'd seen my enemy
Said he looked just like me
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go

I’m not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk but not just speak
Dont buy the promises cause
There are no promises I keep
And my reflection troubles me
So here I go

I’m not calling for a second chance
I’m screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake

I’m not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars

Look at the stars falling down

And I wonder where

Did I go wrong?

  • Mood: Emotional

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