Wake Up
I'm going to ride this plane out of your life again.
I wish that I could stay but you argue.
More than this I wish you could've seen my face
In backseat staring out the window.

I'll do anything for you,

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you.

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.

I've earned through hope and faith
The curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever.
If morning never comes for either one of us,
Then this I pray to you wherever.

I'll do anything for you.
This story is for you.
'Cause I'd do anything you want me to... for you.
I'll do anything for you,


(I figured you might need some inspiration Miss Momo- This helped me find mine)
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Monday, November 19, 2007

Sleep

Well, we assure you the procedure is safe and routine
Dramamine sends haunting dreams With an incessant drip, signs pockets like a palsy
'cause you have to work hard forwhat you got

Local anesthesia, teases, local anesthesia, teases,
local anesthesia, teases, local anesthesia
Sleep oh!
We'll breathe the sweet air through your nose
Sleep oh!
We'll breathe the sweet air through your nose

Something practiced is something perfect
our selfishly, sly member, cuffed The season's got us eating less and less (less and less)
You walk the full length of Manhattan in no time flat While your slow, sick words start sticking to every stair...

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know they could never help
Sometimes its worse to have the time
Then never have it for yourself
I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell

And why does the road I want not comfort me?
My minds always racing down some other street

We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again
Maybe we ought to get it over with
We're scared that we could end it
We count on nothing we don't fear
Its sad to think that theres no guarantees at all
No guarantees at all

And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My minds always racing down some other street
And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
My hearts always racing, it nearly stoped
When the lights turned red it started to break
There was a crash ahead

We pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to ourselfs And every step I left you down
We cut that conversation short
Before it starts all that again, again, again

I pace the floors this empty house
Compare its content to myself
The phone keeps ringing
I know, I know, I know, I know

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Monday, November 5, 2007

Many are the hours I lie awake
Trash the room in vain
Try to waste the energy I never spend on you
Lying on this bed, never touch, not right now
If I'm over this by morning
That's a future I can't see

Well I'm gonna hate to see you go
But I've been impossible, I know
Yeah I'm gonna hate to see you go
But I know you're just waiting

When you're young you decide
What you can and cannot take
Promises that you made
That you wish you wouldn't break

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Monday, October 29, 2007

She takes photographs of people she knows

She brings out the best and worst in them

A goddess buried deep in the folds

Of her fractured self and the lies that they've
told

She used to laugh at everything old

It was a joke that never aged a bit

But when they robbed her of her infinite smile

She said "maybe I'll just play dead for a while..."

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