These days are our days. To be happy; Two feet in front of you. we let ourselves fall through the floor. We believe there to be more, but we fail to see the key. Sub-section, energy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coffee shop, tea girl. crudely interruptive and a little bit of experience. "What a bitch." minor chords ring throughout and these lyrics aren't half bad. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I always dream the same dream: You've gone to California and you like it there. You never come back. I always, think the same things, if allowed, a scan of my brain, It's possible; Insane. and probable; Mundane. When I get the results i won't tell a soul. Because you're in California and i'm all alone ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirty, cluttered lifestyles, fallen for these images you saw and those words you heard. Beautiful, confused, wealthy, alive. In love with your skin, left in the dark. Discovery of Sin. Foreign stars and weather patterns can interrupt air traffic procedures. The price we understand, will stop eventually. Is this making sense? Pay attention! "That's not what I said." The world falls asleep with a pill before bed. You would too, if you lived in my head. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Believed to be "without eyes" some cable wrongly cut between the gut and the thoughts. His heart was too forward also we didn't appreciate that, we felt strongly opposed. Calling into yourself further than you can fucking TAKE! I'm wide awake and in my heart is an etched picture of you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blue, in the face for all the money you've saved. I see her tempers gone to waste on you. And in two lousy, minutes I'll feel it kick in quite nice. It was a breeze on the inhale, tasted good too. Oh, what to do? In a moment of pure truth, where we find each other and love each other. Say it's not true? That my words, over used. That I can step off and not be noticed. for a minute or so. It does feel nice Having somewhere to go. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- there is no correct assumption there is reality and truth we let lies perceive everything. i've always wondered, continue to wonder. lies, lies, lies, lies! hidden, screaming eyes. desperate, torn and obliged. non-existent coupling of "love." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Socially marked exempt and tired. Culturally blessed. I think, i think the best at this point in time. Ultimately confused on what if anything, to do. Sell all your numbers for a cheap price back home. So for every sale that you see; Indecisive and completely stubborn. Authenticity: bullshit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seemingly affordable and the time's good too. Unto the beauty of, little lying sculptures. Or how we feel that our ancient past is better. New York will never be Rome. Annabelle will never be Samantha. I will never be great. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- there's a reason people write you, the reader, will never know or begin to fathom "Why?" Can you guess? is it the feeling of being completely and absolutely alone? No (yes) Is it to relieve some form of mental stress or simply "for shits" No (yes) people are all things and reasons. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mind wanders more than yours. Softly spoken to a lover of handless motion. An even notion of folding arms and rejection via eyeball comunication. "I'm getting better at goodbyes." but I don't want to lose you. lose you. So soon? "I'm getting better at handling your eyes. Into mine." I say now, stay now. I say now, stay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- How the sound rolled up on a paper thin tongue and our arms reached up towards the sun. Ageless names spread from stars or broken, smoking cars spread thin. In order to develop a system of thought in time of men & women Pull apart.