This feeling has gotten comfortable
as much as I am trying to resist
it's killing me
maybe its for the best
as much as I thrive off of this
I just cant survive like this
it's killing me
draining me
ready to call it quits
my heart can't beat this fast forever
and I'm already short of breath
my hands are shaking
I've had more then enough
put my body to rest
I'm doing my best
it's killing me
I'm trembling. shaking
cant hold these bones still
my skin is rumbling
mumbling and crawling
help me, I swear I'm alive
It's killing me and I dont want to die
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
ALl
come back to me
its hard to for me to see
how could you not miss me?
I find myself chasing ambulances
show me death or a sign of life
my heart is contenplating advances
on this gloomy night
driving along the ridge
hoping to find you there
this is the first time i didn't burn this bridge
and it's giving my thoughts a good scare
come back to me
I know its hard to be
anything that comes easy about me
hoping for a car crash
a last chance at life
don't pull the plug just yet
I wont give up this fight
I'm looking for you
hoping its you at the door
I do a double take at all the white cars
I'm not ready to give up on something so pure
Come back to me
Its hard for me to see
how you could be so cold to me.
its hard to for me to see
how could you not miss me?
I find myself chasing ambulances
show me death or a sign of life
my heart is contenplating advances
on this gloomy night
driving along the ridge
hoping to find you there
this is the first time i didn't burn this bridge
and it's giving my thoughts a good scare
come back to me
I know its hard to be
anything that comes easy about me
hoping for a car crash
a last chance at life
don't pull the plug just yet
I wont give up this fight
I'm looking for you
hoping its you at the door
I do a double take at all the white cars
I'm not ready to give up on something so pure
Come back to me
Its hard for me to see
how you could be so cold to me.
Friday, June 12, 2009
May I June?
Being ignored in a crowded room is a humbling feeling.
After a rough day weeding through limbs that have grown on my life
Counting the popcorn on my ceiling
My heart has gone on a hunger strike.
Surrounded by words too weak to stand on
Hearts not worth the break
Trying to figure out what went wrong
Not lost but numb at all costs
My body is trying to kill itself
Not drunk but sauced
Feeling my feelings melt
Surrounded by empty words
Empty friends and a forgotten verse
My body is getting lighter and my skin is getting whiter
Choking and suffering in this lonely curse.
So many bodies and so little blood
I don’t want to waste my time on you
Forgotten art of love
Too bad I have nothing else to do
After a rough day weeding through limbs that have grown on my life
Counting the popcorn on my ceiling
My heart has gone on a hunger strike.
Surrounded by words too weak to stand on
Hearts not worth the break
Trying to figure out what went wrong
Not lost but numb at all costs
My body is trying to kill itself
Not drunk but sauced
Feeling my feelings melt
Surrounded by empty words
Empty friends and a forgotten verse
My body is getting lighter and my skin is getting whiter
Choking and suffering in this lonely curse.
So many bodies and so little blood
I don’t want to waste my time on you
Forgotten art of love
Too bad I have nothing else to do
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