Are We Going To Record This?

 

 

 

better this time I find out sooner than later

life constructed so loosely, creased like pocket paper

you are so thin, I think I can fit you in

to see what you're made of

better be more elicit than these schemes I'm drinking up

too much time goes by with too much shut eye

to keep the body going

everyone represses and the fascination is showing

in my eyes that glaze over when they see your face

do I really need to say

home isn't the place to roam

you'd better invent your way

before you stay in your room

for 23 years, hoping for someone to move

your indecision and fear into someone else's youth

he said he only touched me because someone touched him too

in the mirror I shave

off the reflection of your face

when you call my name

I know I'd better come if I want you to stay

I trust you only because it's my duty

I'd shake if I tried lying, with your teeth biting through me

I never wanted or needed the shackled vow

hidden is that I never thought anyone would ask me

so I wrote off the dream

a false move to scream in your ear to make sure you were listening

I'm just afraid of the cold bed and the lack of meaning

in my scenery, how long does it take to change a feeling?