totem.

 

 

This is a totem
for my thoughts of you.

I'm thinking of you.

...and dance.

Needlessly stubborn,
I'm saving face by
destroying everything in sight.
Get out of my way,
no solace in lies tonight.
You know me best,
and not at all.
We speak in silence and glances,
broken promises.
I wish I could still tell you
all my sorrows, needs.
Instead I'll waste another night
dreaming of blaming someone else -

(instrumental)

black hole.

I'm rewriting history again,
painting myself the villain.

I was the one that killed rock n roll.

And it's such a shame
but all you need to know:
baby, I'm a black hole.

wings.

If you're the angel, I must be the fool
cos I don't want anything from you
yet I find myself here
wondering what you'd have to do
to lose your wings for a night.

If I say your name in vain
every day for a week or two
would you lose control?
Would you lash out at me?
Swing wildly, maybe
sink down to my level?

I'll meet you at the bottom.

new lows.

I got so high I thought I died.
My body couldn’t contain me anymore.

I evolved. I evaporated.
I was no longer incarcerated
by the mortal coil that
spun me so tight
that I’d die to unwind.

So I
got so high I thought I died,
and I might die again tonight.

derailed.

I'm suffering for fashion,
oh the things we do for beauty!
And now Jenny's in my ear
talkin' bout the bad man's world.
And here we are
chasing elusive meaning
just stringing days together really,
acknowledging the people we used to be
and setting them on fire.
Now sobriety's calling out to me
but I'm too scared to pick it up
and Jenny's driving away,
so I gotta go
derail myself.

style.

Laying low, playing it close;
stop the fucking car!
I’ve been dreaming of running in circles and
you always were so heavy-handed with the wool,
never one to forgive.
I watched you become just like them,
now we’re sworn adversaries.
how stylized

touche.

It's a full moon tonight,
did you see?
Our behemoth satellite on full display
eclipsing expectations with
a well timed disappearing act.

writing on the wall.

At least this silence is purposeful,
unlike my undying love:
convoluted and messy.

I dismiss the lies I tell myself
most of all, even so
I don't think you notice
just how much I'm revealing.

You're my mind's graffiti,
potently illegible and
in desperate need of a cypher.

All the while, I'm
waiting in line
to be consumed by you.

random.

my empty need consumes me
too random to be random
I flock to you from every timeline