Some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a fading thing Just as fickle as a feather in a stream See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me It put its face up to my face so I could see Yeah then I saw love disfigure me Into something I am not recognizing See, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in” I will not open myself up this way again Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand I will not lay like this for days now upon end You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands You see, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in” I will not open myself up this way again
Calling all comas, Prisoner on the loose. Description: A spitting image of me Except for the heart-shaped hole where the hope runs out
andy went back to school. he got sick of newbury comics. aaron still rides a lot, except now, now he's just fatter. alex took over for alex van halen after his major surgery. jon, well, he got married to laura and i teach their kid in first grade.
Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt I flew far away, as far as I could go Your time is running out And I'm a long way from home
I’m not saying that I’m giving up I’m just trying not to think as much as I used to Cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word Maybe I’ll get it right some day For the first time in a long time I can say that I want to try I feel helpless for the most part But I’m learning to open my eyes And the sad truth of the matter is I’ll never get over it But I’m gonna try To get better and overcome each moment In my own way
What if you found out you’re an illusion caught in a body nobody cares for? What am I doing? Caught in a landslide. It’s punishment when you don’t deserve it. What am I doing? Carve me a new love. Open the blinds. Your life deserves light. "Misery on Misery" - Young and Heartless
I still see your shadow, but never your face again. I remember your presence. My favorite part of Define the Great Line right there.
One more time, love Won't you come remind me I'm someone believed in? I'm someone still within your reach? 'cause all I've got is sleep against my fear of being swept away by the wind, the undertow, and thought
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt when it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Tie me up! Untie me! All this wishing I was dead is getting old. It's getting old! It goes on, but it's old.
The other night I dreamt I was finally out of college In my own pair of sandals, I had turned into my father Whistling our tune about the Rio Grande Like an anchorite in June I took hold of my own hand And started on the Abrahamic joke we knew About apostrophes and pronouns and you-remember-who "But let's keep that silly punchline between me and you Little Haroon And the man in the moon."
Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept But you never grew out of the secrets you kept To keep all his light-headed hoping alive Carried for miles inside of your mind. Now I’m writing down all of my saintly complaints And pulling the strings they’ve attached to my face But I’m done haunting houses And cursing at God And filling up spaces with black and white fog. I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor Well what did you think all of that shaking was for? Now I’m floating downstream Chasing after my bones. Well I guess I grew old But I never went home.
So when you live off every scrap of your self take solace in knowing as somebody else though time will tear our bodies off the you that I knew will not be forgotton No the you that I knew will never be lost Apoptosis You're always ending Life in the body is an intention All that you love in the instance is lost in the waves of existence You are a current You are a tide and of the contents the tenuousness of life All that you wait on All that you long for when you attain it you will be no more
And by the way you brought me here, it makes me believe the best is still yet to come and I don't want to leave. Forgive my hesitation but I'm learning to trust in you. Help me to dream these dreams because I don't have a clue.
You died in your sleep last night... Death dreams you don't forget It's been a while since I dreamed this but Even now, when asleep, I'll tread with care
Listen people to a story That was written long ago, 'bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley folks below. On the mountain was a treasure Hidden deep beneath a stone, And the valley people swore They'd have it for their very own. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing, Come the judgment day, On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away. So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure Tons of gold for which they'd kill. Came the answer from the kingdom, With our brothers we will share, All the riches of the mountain, All the treasure buried there. Now the valley cried with anger, Mount your horses, draw your swords And they killed the mountain people, So they won their just rewards Now they stood before the treasure On the mountain dark and red Turned the stone and looked beneath it Peace on earth, was all it said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat and friend, Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day, On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away.