Singing this prayer to you on another Sunday afternoon, wishing for the days to sweep us off our feet.
I play these simple tunes while you hum and sing along and I wonder what beautiful thoughts you dream of.
The sound of your laughter sends shivers down my spine, and a look into your eyes leaves me paralyzed.
You always seem to be so serene in spite of a world of hurt, and I look to find my way into your heart.
And I want you to know all I feel
And I want to tell you everything
But I can’t seem to find the words
And the timing never fits
The days seem to pass by in the wake of someone new and you seem so happy.
I will sit and for the day to come when you realize you love me.
And I want you to know all I feel
And I want to tell you everything
But I can’t seem to find the words
And the timing never fits
Fall is coming to an end in the falling of the November snow while acoustic #3 sings me to sleep
A new time is coming upon me with the change of the ruling body that I have known all my life
The story’s ever-changing and I can’t break free of the torrential rain in my mind
The flowing river it creates is drowning me and I lost all my will to swim
And I can’t seem to find the air to breath
I get washed ashore in some vague memory with a deja vu that’s eating at me to change my ways
But I can’t make out the difference between past and future tense in the confusion of the present
I try and try to see through the haze of a vacant memory and fail to achieve anything
Anything but a repeat of the past and dismay of another failed endeavor
And I can find the strength to think
So I pick myself up to start all over again from the new beginning that has been thrust upon me
Trying to find a new path to venture down. A new path to lead me astray from the life I’ve known
Because I need to break the cycle of this consistent pestilence
That is overwhelming to the strongest of immortals I have idolized
They don’t seem so perfect now
But neither do I, No neither do I
I am too comatose to get the difference between
Hard living and the end of a regime
The statues are falling to the ground
But in the end we always end up where we were found
The living is never easy
When you are stuck in the trenches of what you have become
Can a faded love ever return to you,
Or does it die when it’s six feet under
I thought the was buried beneath
The hollow corpse I call myself
But it seems to have come alive again
And eat away at an idle mind
The stars in the sky always fade to black
And the sea is never placid
You never know what has been laid to rest
Until it has been long since the message had been sent
I thought the was buried beneath
The hollow corpse I call myself
But it seems to have come alive again
And eat away at an idle mind
These still waters run deeper than
The lonely bottom of the Atlantic now
I said it once before
And now here’s your last chance to hear me right
I never told you how I loved you
I never told you the truth of my demise
Or why I did what I did
Or why I had leave you alone that night.
I met you in a past lifetime.
Two kindred spirits lost in a swirling stream of confusion.
Our destiny was no destiny at all
Just a dream of what could have been.
We laid in the comfort of my bed.
Wondering where we were meant to be
Not knowing it was in another’s arms
I never thought you would mean this much to me.
Now the rift between us grows more each day
With your vacant smiles and my absent embrace
Nothing will be what it once was
We will never be in love again
But a lover’s love will never grow apart
I left a piece of me beating with your heart
And it is come to pass when we must part
A dreamer’s dream was doomed from the start
Now I walk away from your last know place
Where the grass is always green
The gnarled oak marks your final resting place
And now I see is the ghost of we were meant to be.
So uh… yeah, people have found this..
I thought I would care more, but fuck it. If they don’t like what they see, then they can stop following me.
Bah, an outlet.
Sometimes I wonder about myself. Lately I seem to be going for gals that are unavailable to me for one reason or another. I wonder why I am doing that?
I feel like it is some kind of defense mechanism so I don’t get hurt, but I have never been afraid of getting into a relationship before. Hmm…. seems to me like I have some pondering to do.
In other randomness, I am yet again unable to sleep until past three. Now I think it is out of habit. At least I can wake up and function for most of the day.
46 days until I graduate! I suppose I should get on that…
Autumn is the season for nature to wither and die
It’s about time for me to do the same.
There is nothing left for me in this desolate plain
And it’s clear to see fall has left me out of changing strides.
I need something different.
This town is stark and empty
Leaving me hanging like an ornament.
Shiny and pleasant to see from afar
But hollow and as empty as my only comfort
Whatever happened to bottomless drinks?
So I sit here
In the darkness of my borrowed room
Screaming about the waste of my borrowed time
Wondering why the essence of my lonesome soul
Is being wasted on the shallowest of friends in hollow corridors
Tonight may have some promise
Of proving there might be more to my life
Maybe a glimmer of promising future
With happiness and a loaded gun
To make sure it won’t get taken away.
