I refuse to duck from the wind. I'm all for chapped lips and honesty these days. Car crash hearts are the new romantics. Consider this a driving lesson for lovers.
My Breitling doesn't shine on my wrist the way your hands do. Hold me down one more time. Tonight I'll whisper to my ceiling, all the plans I've made. I gave up on coins in fountains. I've taken up the art of sinking dollar bills.
Even Max experienced loneliness after becoming king of the Wild Things. You have a smile that's made for pictures. Come back to life and let's head West towards carpets of red.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Second Star To The Right ... "2*R"
I'm stuck between me and this entire loss of sleep.. over you.
At the end of the day, underneath all the pretty words and dressed up sentences, I just want a destination for flowers.
Update from the land of sleep. I'm in love with an ever changing world where she makes me feel inside out. Staring into eyes much brighter than my own, wishing to kiss lips that are sure to make me dizzy. Chasing a new drug that's laced with similar DNA. One day we won't have to miss each other, or conveniently avoid the heartbeats.
The entire world seems calm when we are both sleepy... yet wide-eyed. I love it when we lock hands in this piece of shit town.
Our eyes have aligned for Spring. Sun against our backs. Let's sleep under the moon... I promise we'll wake up with a pocket full of stars.
At the end of the day, underneath all the pretty words and dressed up sentences, I just want a destination for flowers.
Update from the land of sleep. I'm in love with an ever changing world where she makes me feel inside out. Staring into eyes much brighter than my own, wishing to kiss lips that are sure to make me dizzy. Chasing a new drug that's laced with similar DNA. One day we won't have to miss each other, or conveniently avoid the heartbeats.
The entire world seems calm when we are both sleepy... yet wide-eyed. I love it when we lock hands in this piece of shit town.
Our eyes have aligned for Spring. Sun against our backs. Let's sleep under the moon... I promise we'll wake up with a pocket full of stars.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Meet Me At The Barricade
She's the paper and I'm the pen. Some things are meant to be kept off line. Under the covers and shielded from prying eyes. Real and concealed. Tip-toe through this riot in my chest.
Laughing in the back of chauffeured cars. Baby faced saints monogrammed in silver. I dream of lives we could have had before.
I'm the curse on your girlfriends hips. Lost between letting it show and holding back. Stay out of my inbox. I'll forward you away next time.
IllBeYourDiamondRing
Laughing in the back of chauffeured cars. Baby faced saints monogrammed in silver. I dream of lives we could have had before.
I'm the curse on your girlfriends hips. Lost between letting it show and holding back. Stay out of my inbox. I'll forward you away next time.
IllBeYourDiamondRing
Monday, February 18, 2008
Disasters Degree
It's like a long walk down a dark corridor with you and me. Roman candle hearts lighting the way.
The difference between a vision and a hallucination is only whose offering the diagnosis. That's how I feel about us. Either way, your eyes caught a glimpse of what we really are.
Follow your fingertips along a chain linked fence until they get numb. You're locked inside your own heart shaped box... while I'm losing thought. I have a scar along my spine, as if someone tried to steal my backbone, but I'll stand up for this.
HeartsAndCrafts
The difference between a vision and a hallucination is only whose offering the diagnosis. That's how I feel about us. Either way, your eyes caught a glimpse of what we really are.
Follow your fingertips along a chain linked fence until they get numb. You're locked inside your own heart shaped box... while I'm losing thought. I have a scar along my spine, as if someone tried to steal my backbone, but I'll stand up for this.
HeartsAndCrafts
Friday, February 15, 2008
Cupid With A Shotgun
The hardest part about you and me is that I know someday I'm gonna break away from this heartbeat. The sadness is the only thing left of you.
Freedom is a word that brings consequence, and missing you keeps me in control. A rainy night could bring it all back. I'll shed my skin into the wind today if you'll write your name and put it on my cast. Just make sure the ink is permanent.
Where there is love there is war. Another casualty is in my head, and it just needs your shoulder.
MakeASmileForMe
Freedom is a word that brings consequence, and missing you keeps me in control. A rainy night could bring it all back. I'll shed my skin into the wind today if you'll write your name and put it on my cast. Just make sure the ink is permanent.
Where there is love there is war. Another casualty is in my head, and it just needs your shoulder.
MakeASmileForMe
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Open Ended Tickets
The lives of my friends are growing all around me like suburbs. They're expanding while I'm still just the same old empty warehouse. A fading facade. A depreciating asset.
Soon I'll become a liability, and dangerous to be near. Promise to tear me down and rebuild. Re-zone my heart. It will become an historic landmark one day, I swear.
In the meantime, everyone around me is still an open wound. I'd give it all away to sleep the whole night through again.
I'm pretty sure that I've never felt a pat on the back that I didn't suspect as being a shove. I've been too busy writing tragedy to notice that you and I are shaping up to do big things.
Been tracking the new panic at the disco album. It will be the jaws of life to your ears this summer, prying away the lull. Pretty. Odd.
BulletproofLoneliness
Soon I'll become a liability, and dangerous to be near. Promise to tear me down and rebuild. Re-zone my heart. It will become an historic landmark one day, I swear.
In the meantime, everyone around me is still an open wound. I'd give it all away to sleep the whole night through again.
I'm pretty sure that I've never felt a pat on the back that I didn't suspect as being a shove. I've been too busy writing tragedy to notice that you and I are shaping up to do big things.
Been tracking the new panic at the disco album. It will be the jaws of life to your ears this summer, prying away the lull. Pretty. Odd.
BulletproofLoneliness
Monday, February 4, 2008
SpinCycleStomach
We've got black magic under our tongues. I swallowed how I felt for dinner. The words are all that I can keep down anymore. I'm drinking my heart back through a straw.
You might as well manufacture gears inside of my body. I'm programmed to forget everything. Preset my dialog feature, and fix all of my wires before morning. The days rarely look so bright as when I'm looking in your eyes.
You might as well manufacture gears inside of my body. I'm programmed to forget everything. Preset my dialog feature, and fix all of my wires before morning. The days rarely look so bright as when I'm looking in your eyes.
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