Monday, August 25, 2008

Come closer

Just because it hurts, don't mean that it's love. You are the punchline to every joke I've ever told. You are in coffee and everything I've ever loved. You can kiss a million other girls, I don't mind. You can't break what's not real.

But me, I'm a single cell on the serpent's tongue. There's a muddy field where a garden was. And I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here. My clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears. And I never thought this life was possible. You're the yellow bird I've been waiting for. The end of paralysis, I was a statuette. Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench. And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight, and this is the moment that I live for. I can smell the ocean air, and here I am, pouring my heart onto these rooftops. Just a ghost to the world, that's exactly, exactly what I need. From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire. And I'm here to sing the anthem of our dying day. For a second, I wish the tide would swallow every inch of this city as you grasp for air tonight.

This heart wrenching feeling is all I feel. Scream at the sky all you want, but they're too happy to hear you. They can't register sorrow. They don't stoop that low.

Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart to you. As years go by, I race the clock with you. But if you died right now you know that I'd die too. You remind me of the times when I knew who I was, but still the second hand will catch us like it always does. We'll make the same mistakes. I'll take for the fall for you.

I love when the sky is gray, when the dawn paints the roofs of the buildings and the sun is still hiding. The city is ours then. Right before everyone takes over, right when everyone is still sleeping. It's hard to notice that it's so cold when it's this pretty.

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