Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile,
Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light.
And now she's all he sees; he stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard
melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep.
Hold me now, don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear
His tattered undershirta souvenir that she likes to breathe in.
She sighsdays doing nothing unconscious of time.
And now he's all she sees; she stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown
poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be.
And everybody might just have these same ideas--
these same plans--I suppose
We've found a perfect niche: where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for
style
But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny.
1 | Too Soon To Laugh |
2 | Truest You |
3 | Indian Summer |
4 | Instead, He Falls |
5 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
6 | Saccharine |
7 | Los Feliz Arms |
8 | Looks Like A Mess |
9 | Brave But Brittle |
10 | Beethoven St. |