Sunday, November 20, 2011

The First

september tremors call out the city
i found solace in my solitude
baby, why'd you go?
hide under the snow
ice covered lips
tumbling in the rain
and the morning will come
and take away all the rest
but what's to remain of what's not there
of what's been taken away?
some day my pain will rock you
how does your pain pass through?
with the wild world around us
our senate set the bar alone
"so did my game"
i'm starting to sound the same

backseat love
it's hard to focus forward
true love lays behind me
i spent more time turning around than ahead
i guess the past just led me to the right way
i strayed far away

the wolves will hunt me down
the wolves will tear me down
i'm just the scarecrow of your pain
can't you unhook the love that knows you the best?

these carpet burns left scars under my skin
for laying under covers with the girl of my dreams
the aftermath turned gold into lead
but is it still love if it's only in my head?

what has been lost?
just the pinnacle of it all
the corner of mouth that never knew worse
criss-crossing the bar divulging the intent of impression
i'm always alone without you

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