The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most
The Brilliant Dance
So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that you were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time? Well this is the last time.
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak & this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets You're not alone & you're not discreet. You make sure I know, who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again. There is not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed it "I will love you always & forever" As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone and wonder... how you're making out. But as for me I wish that I was anywhere... With anyone... making out I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as your pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. And this bottle of Beast is taking me home. Your hair. It's everywhere. Screaming infidelities. Taking it's wear.
The Best Deceptions
I heard about your trip. I heard about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool guys that you spent them with. Well I guess I should have heard of them from you. I guess I should have heard of them from you. Don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over? And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you. So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. I heard about your regrets. I heard that you were feeling sorry. I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. Well I guess I should have heard of them from you. I guess I should have heard of them from you. I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, I'll be all right when my hands get warm. Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'd never heard my voice. You're calling too late too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes.
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go". I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says "Does he ever get the girl?" But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the stories too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl? This basement's a coffin I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never said "Good-bye" Does he ever get the girl?
Saints and Sailors
This is where I say I've had enough and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and I'm thinking awful things and I'm pretty sure that few would notice. And this apartment is starving for an argument. Anything at all to break the silence. Wandering the house like I've never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now. And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you 'cause they would never do, I would never do. So don't be a liar, don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken. And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor and your eyes say the joke's on me.
The Good Fight
Consider the odds, consider the obvious. The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died. In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof that it was ever alive. This purchased rebellion has been outdated, denounced and rescinded and left to die championless. I begged you not to go. I begged you, I pleaded. Claimed you as my only hope and watched the floor as you retreated. Hope has sprung a perfect dive a perfect day, a perfect lie. A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat. Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight? Basking in your victory, hollow and alone to boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen. While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.
Which of the bold faced lies will we use? I hope that you're happy, you really deserve it, this will be the best for us both in the end. But your taste still lingers on my lips like I just placed them upon yours and I starve for you. But this new diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. And it's crude but it will do. Which of the standard lines will we use? I've been meaning to call you. I've just been so busy. We'll catch up soon. Let's make it a point to.
Again I Go Unnoticed
So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feeel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed cause I can't read your rolling eyes out of touch, are we out of time? Close lipped another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion, your grip another time, is slack it leaves me feeling empty. I'll wait until tomorrow maybe you'll feel better then maybe we'll be better then so what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you this mood of yours is temporary it seems worth the wait to see your smile again out of the corner of your eye won't be the only way you'll look at me then.
The Places That You've Come to Fear the Most
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and covered with a perfect shell, such a charming beautiful exterior. This is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all. And the grave that you refuse to leave the refuge that you've built to flee the places you have come to fear the most. Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and hidden in the public eye. Such a stellar monument to loneliness. Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by.
This Bitter Pill
Walking away. It's not the same as running. Is it to you know that you've run in this ground. And you say take this. This medicine is just what you deserve. Swallow, choke, and die. And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth. One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound. With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out. It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart and a head to match. The bottle is waiting the cap is twisted begging to be used and so are you.