Standing in my own way,
I'm repeating old patterns
praying for the sweet release
of insanity.
Familiarity to sink my teeth into.
I find my crumbs always lead back to you.
Standing in my own way,
I'm repeating old patterns
praying for the sweet release
of insanity.
Familiarity to sink my teeth into.
I find my crumbs always lead back to you.
Painted my fingers
on to your skin, stretched tight
and stiff from application.
I said I'd never let you go
and if you're into that
that we should break the skin
to forge these promises,
etch them into bone.
We provide an insight into our broken fucking youth:
fucking each other for things to do.
My homegrown villainess waits in bed
spewing hot, ashen stares in my direction,
devious but no deceit.
Taking a dangerous cue from my humanistic impulses, i
batten down the hatches and stain her smile.
I’m no hometown hero, but something isn't right.
cityscape stained -
leaving my mark around town.
foolproof futility, and
i can't keep living this way
::
just watching the stars fade.
i listened intently as
the dead oaks
exhaled your secrets.
i never knew if
a single word was true,
but
still i think of you.