Counterfit19
Bluelighter
I paint myself a window
In this world of your conception
Where it all comes down to you.
You knew if you conceived it,
You knew I would believe it,
You knew that you would paint me
Into your world of blue.
You call it something to say.
You call it nothing to lose.
You call it anything but the truth.
Suffocation in words,
Your isolation disturbs,
I can hear your voice as it echos onward.
The red disguises secret lies,
But the blue belongs to you alone.
The gold is time wasted in lines
Of indecision dragging onward.
So bury the light in you that
Won't stay dead, I don't want to
Lose what you left inside of me,
Because it's something real,
Dragging me under.
I hear the warm hum of your voice
Washing over me a blue light
Melody of sound, shines across
My back and now its pulling me down,
Pulling away to where you hide yourself,
Alone.
Gagged and tied to the weight of ourselves.
Underwater; I won't forget this loss,
The shame of regret, turn out the lights,
And sit in darkness while I try and make
It through silence:
There's a monster, growing strong to conspire
To bring me down and it's all I own of you.
j.c
In this world of your conception
Where it all comes down to you.
You knew if you conceived it,
You knew I would believe it,
You knew that you would paint me
Into your world of blue.
You call it something to say.
You call it nothing to lose.
You call it anything but the truth.
Suffocation in words,
Your isolation disturbs,
I can hear your voice as it echos onward.
The red disguises secret lies,
But the blue belongs to you alone.
The gold is time wasted in lines
Of indecision dragging onward.
So bury the light in you that
Won't stay dead, I don't want to
Lose what you left inside of me,
Because it's something real,
Dragging me under.
I hear the warm hum of your voice
Washing over me a blue light
Melody of sound, shines across
My back and now its pulling me down,
Pulling away to where you hide yourself,
Alone.
Gagged and tied to the weight of ourselves.
Underwater; I won't forget this loss,
The shame of regret, turn out the lights,
And sit in darkness while I try and make
It through silence:
There's a monster, growing strong to conspire
To bring me down and it's all I own of you.
j.c
