20040914
if you fall into a fit of commotion...
at the snap of a rifle, at the click of a finger,
the heart begins bleeding; these hallways grow darker.
the doors all seem farther;
these tiles are looking warped and blurred.
can we start from the top, is there some line that i forgot?
written out so perfectly, on a cue card someone lost.
is it possible to forget an affection,
let it fall to the floor and shatter?
in a fit of commotion, to lie drunk and without emotion,
against the bathroom door.
and it's so hard to breathe in here,
but the air's still getting thinner.
i hope you feel the pang of failure
when you come out of this the winner.
and i know you think i'm in no position
to feel the things i'm feeling
or to say the things i'm saying,
but that's just a matter of opinion,
and something that you'd expect
to be coming from the opposition.
it's just that lately, i've been trying
to keep myself from lying
or do any of those things
that, in the end, left you hurting.
well, sometimes these plans make changes
and they create such messy situations.
held up by tiny words and phrases;
such things cannot be taken back.
but i still remember all those days and
nights we spent in her basement,
and the love that we created
so i agree that i'm to blame here,
and i wish that i could erase it.
but maybe it's for the best.
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the heart begins bleeding; these hallways grow darker.
the doors all seem farther;
these tiles are looking warped and blurred.
can we start from the top, is there some line that i forgot?
written out so perfectly, on a cue card someone lost.
is it possible to forget an affection,
let it fall to the floor and shatter?
in a fit of commotion, to lie drunk and without emotion,
against the bathroom door.
and it's so hard to breathe in here,
but the air's still getting thinner.
i hope you feel the pang of failure
when you come out of this the winner.
and i know you think i'm in no position
to feel the things i'm feeling
or to say the things i'm saying,
but that's just a matter of opinion,
and something that you'd expect
to be coming from the opposition.
it's just that lately, i've been trying
to keep myself from lying
or do any of those things
that, in the end, left you hurting.
well, sometimes these plans make changes
and they create such messy situations.
held up by tiny words and phrases;
such things cannot be taken back.
but i still remember all those days and
nights we spent in her basement,
and the love that we created
so i agree that i'm to blame here,
and i wish that i could erase it.
but maybe it's for the best.
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20040908
Jealousy touches her skin. the shutter drops. the world goes black. she feels a burning sensation.
and when the lights come back on, her flesh is charred; bleeding ash covering her arms!
well now SHE'S hallow & her SHELL echoes when you HEAR her baby's whines.
she's deveLOPED her own weaTHER, her OWN ozone & it RAINS every time...
She wheezes and complains how today was her birthday
nobody called; nobody came over
her friends are all OUT drinking, they must HAVE forgotten
toDAY was her birthday.
Well, she SITS in the dark apartment. paper-cut HANDS, huddled in the closet.
hasn't eaTEN any of that cake. her body's losING it's cheerleading shape.
and her SHELL still echoes when she HEARS the telephone.
but it's JUST the carcass of her baby swingING. it's an honest mistake.
She wheezes and complains yesterday nobody celebrated.
nobody cared; nobody called; nobody came over.
her friends were all out drinking. they must have forgotten that....
today was her birthday.
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and when the lights come back on, her flesh is charred; bleeding ash covering her arms!
well now SHE'S hallow & her SHELL echoes when you HEAR her baby's whines.
she's deveLOPED her own weaTHER, her OWN ozone & it RAINS every time...
(she opens her eyes)
She wheezes and complains how today was her birthday
nobody called; nobody came over
her friends are all OUT drinking, they must HAVE forgotten
toDAY was her birthday.
Well, she SITS in the dark apartment. paper-cut HANDS, huddled in the closet.
hasn't eaTEN any of that cake. her body's losING it's cheerleading shape.
and her SHELL still echoes when she HEARS the telephone.
but it's JUST the carcass of her baby swingING. it's an honest mistake.
(she joins her baby's swing)
She wheezes and complains yesterday nobody celebrated.
nobody cared; nobody called; nobody came over.
her friends were all out drinking. they must have forgotten that....
today was her birthday.
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