you stole my angst
answered the door
let me in
said leave your longing now
sing this song with me now
but out on the doorstep lay all my words
out on the doorstep was all my world
the world made in place of you
the world created because of you
but now here i am
and it's hard to remember all the devices
it's easy to cover up all these slices
of my soul
damaged and broken
sewn together and healed
scarred and forgotten
but i guess there's no need to remember
all the bruises
all the denied knocks
unimportant details of yesteryears and days
as long as there is today
so happy and gay
yes so happy and gay
with my head low
looking for something i lost
feeling my wallet lacking doe
never knowing the the cost
Monday, October 22, 2007
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