1. The Brilliant Dance
2. Screaming Infidelities
3. The Best Deceptions
4. This Ruined Puzzle
5. Saints And Sailors
6. The Good Fight
7. Standard Lines
8. Again I Go Unnoticed
9. The Places You've Come To Fear The
Most
10. This Bitter Pill
The Brilliant Dance
so this is odd, the painful realization that all
has gone wrong. and nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all.
so you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better. does it make it any better?
and the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first
kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. so this is strange,
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at
all, where nobody leads at all. and the picture frames are facing
down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you
from sleep. and breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too
much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking
eights. this is incredible. starving, insatiable, yes, this
is love for the first time. well, you'd like to think that you were
invincible. yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for
the first time. well this is the last time.
Screaming Infidelities
i'm missing your bed, i never sleep. avoiding
the spots where we'd have to speak. and this bottle of beast is taking
me home. i'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets. you're
not alone and you're not discrete. you make sure i know who's taking
you home. i'm reading your note over again. there's not a word
that i comprehend, except when you signed it "i will love you always and
forever." as for now i'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone
and wonder how you're making out. but as for me, i wish that i was
anywhere, with anyone, making out. i'm missing your laugh.
how did it break? and when did your eyes begin to look fake?
i hope you're as happy as you're pretending. i'm cuddling close to
blankes and sheets. and i am alone in my defeat. i wish i knew
you were safely at home. i'm missing your bed. i never sleep.
avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. and this bottle of beast
is taking me home. well and as for now i'm gonna hear the sadest
songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. and as for
me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out. your hair,
it's everywhere. screaming infidelities, taking its wear. your
hair, it's everywhere. screaming infidelities, taking its wear.
your hair, it's everywhere. screaming infidelities, taking its wear.
your hair, it's everywhere. screaming infidelities, taking its wear.
The Best Deceptions
i heard about your trip. i heard about your
souvenirs. i heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and
the cool guys that you spent them with. well i guess i should have
heard them from you. i guess i should have heard them from you.
don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over? and all the
"best deceptions" and "clever cover story" awards go to you. so kiss
me hard, cause this will be the last time that i let you. you will
be back some day and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips
will be of service to keeping you away. i heard about your regrets.
i heard that you were feeling sorry. i heard from someone that you
wish you could set things right between us. well, i guess i should
have heard of that from you. i guess i should have heard of that
from you. don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
and all the "best deceptions" and the "clever cover story" awards go to
you. so kiss me hard, cause this will be the last time that i let
you. you will be back some day and this awkward kiss that screams
of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. i'm
waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, i'll be all right when my hands
get warm. ignoring the phone, i'd rather say nothing. i'd rather
you'd never heard my voice. you're calling too late, too late to
be gracious and you do not warrant long goodbyes. you're calling
too late. you're calling too late. you're calling too late.
This Ruined Puzzle
this ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all
face down so the placing goes slowly. the pictures of anything other
than it's meant to be. but the hours they creep, the patterns repeat.
don't be concerned, you know i'll be fine on my own. i never said,
"don't go." i've written a note. it's pressed between pages
that you've marked to find your way back. it says "does he ever get
the girl?" but what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold? does he ever get the girl?
this basement's a coffin, i'm buried alive. i'll die in here just
to be safe. i'll die in here just to be safe. cause you're
gone i get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. i never said
"goodbye." i've written a note. it's pressed between pages
that you've marked to find your way back. it says "does he ever get
the girl?" i've written a note. it's pressed between pages
that you'll read if you're so inclined. it says "does he ever get
the girl?" but the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. don't
be concerned, you know i'll be fine on my own. i never said "don't
go." does he ever get the girl?
Saints And Sailors
this is where i say i've had enough and no one
should ever feel the way that i feel now. a walking open wound, a
trophy display of bruises and i don't believe that i'm getting any better.
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and i'm thinking awful things
and i'm pretty sure that few would notice. and this apartment is
starving for an argument. anything at all to break the silence.
wandering this house like i've never wanted out and this is about as social
as i get now. and i'm throwing away the letters that i am writing
you cause they would never do, i would never do. waiting here with
hopes the phone will ring and i'm thinking awful things and i'm pretty
sure that few would notice. and this apartment is starving for an
argument. anything at all to break the silence. so don't be
a liar don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken.
and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor and your eyes say
the jokes on me.
The Good Fight
consider the odds, consider the obvious.
the martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died. in the planning
stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof that it was ever alive.
this purchased rebellion has been outbidded, denounced, and rescinded and
left to die championless. i begged you not to go. i begged
you, i pleaded. claimed you as my only hope and watched the floor
as you retreated. hope has sprung a perfect dive a perfect day, a
perfect lie, a slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat. this
purchased rebellion has been outbidded, denouced, and rescinded and left
to die championless. i begged you not to go. i begged you,
i pleaded. claimed you as my only hope and watched the floor as you
retreated. does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
basking in your victory, hollow and alone to boast your bitter bragging
rights to anyone who'll listen. while you're left with nothing tangible
to gain.
Standard Lines
which of the bold faced lies will we use?
i hope that you're happy, you really deserve it, this will be best for
us both in the end. but your taste still lingers on my lips like
i just placed them upon yours and i starve for you. but this new
diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. and it's crude but it will
do. which of the standard lines will we use? i've been meaning
to call you. i've just been so busy. we'll catch up soon.
let's make it a point to. but your taste still lingers on my lips
like i just placed them upon yours and i starve for you. but this
new diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. and it's crude but it
will do.
Again I Go Unnoticed
so quiet. another wasted night. the
television steals the conversation. exhale, another wasted breath.
again it goes unnoticed. please tell me that you're just feeling
tired. cause if its more than that i feel that i might break.
out of touch, out of time? please send me anything but signals that
are mixed. cause i can't read your rolling eyes. out of touch,
are we out of time? close lipped. another good night kiss is
robbed of all its passion. your grip, another time is slack, it leaves
me feeling empty. please tell me your just feeling tired. cause
if its more than that i feel that i might break. out of touch, out
of time? please send me anything but signals that are mixed.
cause i can't stand your rolling eyes. out of touch, are we out of
time? i'll wait until tomorrow. maybe you'll feel better than,
maybe we'll be better then. so what's another day when i can't bear
these nights of thoughts of going on without you. this mood of yours
is temporary and it seems worth the wait to see you smile again.
out of the corner of your eye won't be the only way you look at me then.
so quiet. another wasted night. the television steals the conversation.
exhale, another wasted breath. again it goes unnoticed.
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and
covered with a perfect shell, such a charming beautiful exterior.
laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect posture, but you're
barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by. well this is one
time, this is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
or anyone at all, or anyone at all. and the grave that you refuse
to leave the refuge that you've built to flee the places that you've come
to fear the most, is the place that you have come to fear the most.
buried deep as you can dig inside yourself and hidden in the public eye
such a stellar monument to loneliness. laced with brilliant smiles
and shining eyes and perfect makeup, but you're barely scaping by, but
you're barely scraping by. well this is one time, this is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone, or anyone at all,
or anyone at all. and the grave that you refuse to leave the refuge
that you've built to flee the places that you've come to fear the most,
is the place that you have come to fear the most.
The Bitter Pill
walking away. it's not the same as running.
is it to you now that you've run this in the ground. and you say
take this. this medicine is just what you deserve. swallow,
choke, and die. and this bitter pill is leaving you with such an
angry mouth. one that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing
sound. with its measure only equaled by the power of my stare glaring
over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out.
it's wearing off and its leaving you with such a heavy heart and a head
to match. the bottle is waiting the cap is twisted begging to be
used and so are you. and this bitter pill is leaving you with such
an angry mouth. one that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing
sound. with its measure only equaled by the power of my stare glaring
over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out.