frustration, dead love, distance |
She's the girl who's dreaming Who smiles, shining gleaming The one who came too soon Touching down in a yellow balloon The one who came too late Waiting patiently outside the gate I stuck around too long Drowned in a song She can't fall into me now Relieve her weight, any way how Channeling her energy to me Crushing hopes I see in dreams She will be okay She hinders us in every way Eyes search me up and down Looking for answers, nothing found Forging arbitrary discussion Praying for no interruption So close to the ground She comes back down Beats stolen from her heart But how many were there to start Closing myself, the door to me And carve a peephole so I can see Troubled scene behind the door Grassy green floods the floor She doesn't come inside, or even turn the knob Her eye fills the hole and she stifles a sob Seeing her pain, I push her away Into the rain, until another day Just one more with storms for eyes But I look closer at the soul they hide Hopping rocks and skipping stones Passing evenings that drug on long Spending hours that pass in seconds Querying our lives, what some might call wreckage Wants to make now last longer Wants to alleviate my hunger Draws my face, she draws me in To throw it to waste again She reserves apologies for me And binds our legs around our knees I struggle, we squirm, try to get up Only one muscle propels us up She tugs at my shirt So persistent it hurts Says her face is in water Knees all bruised, face couldn't get hotter I lick wounds, she hides scars She thought I didn't, but I keep my guard So harshly he takes her Of all but life he raped her I try to forget and and I recover I try to forget, and I find a new lover Showed up too late to be so bold My hand is no longer her's to hold She's in too deep to cut me out I'm in too deep. So I shut her out. |