bridge.
12/6/05
Emotions sour, thoughts
bitter to the taste,
steam rises off me
as I'm loosing
my cool again,
with this, with that,
with damn near everything.
Can't help but scratch the itch
to fan the flames within,
thirsty for your voice, hungry for
a fucking word,
an answer
out of me,
more than a
whisper
from you,
spending all morning blaming me,
all afternoon blaming you,
by evening blaming everything,
but does it fucking matter?
Of course it matters.
You once said what's between us
never needed a definition.
You said you'll stay as long
as I'll let you say.
You liar.
I never asked you
to go away,
and you asked me
not to change.
You said have faith,
you said have faith,
but I said fuck faith,
fuck faith,
the little I had
got me this near
maybe in another life
I could be far away from here,
but I've grown
tired of waiting.
And you're tired of
waiting for me again.
You said have faith,
you said have faith,
so sorry, but doubts
are what get you educated.
Never the less, the fact
between us still remains.
I so wish I could turn
around and walk away
like you said I always did,
but I never, ever did,
I'm in the same fucking place,
only now you won't
look me in the face again.
You just erase and blind
your eyes from me again.
So who's cutting the line this time?
Who's leaving who with nothing to say?
Who's left who hanging in the cold
as inside he burns away?
Your left killing you,
I'm left killing me, like always,
but like always, whatever it is
that's between us still remains.
It's not a bridge you can burn away.
It's not a bridge I could burn away.
Till we reconcile, it will remain.
See you around, for there's
no other shape.
12/6/05
Emotions sour, thoughts
bitter to the taste,
steam rises off me
as I'm loosing
my cool again,
with this, with that,
with damn near everything.
Can't help but scratch the itch
to fan the flames within,
thirsty for your voice, hungry for
a fucking word,
an answer
out of me,
more than a
whisper
from you,
spending all morning blaming me,
all afternoon blaming you,
by evening blaming everything,
but does it fucking matter?
Of course it matters.
You once said what's between us
never needed a definition.
You said you'll stay as long
as I'll let you say.
You liar.
I never asked you
to go away,
and you asked me
not to change.
You said have faith,
you said have faith,
but I said fuck faith,
fuck faith,
the little I had
got me this near
maybe in another life
I could be far away from here,
but I've grown
tired of waiting.
And you're tired of
waiting for me again.
You said have faith,
you said have faith,
so sorry, but doubts
are what get you educated.
Never the less, the fact
between us still remains.
I so wish I could turn
around and walk away
like you said I always did,
but I never, ever did,
I'm in the same fucking place,
only now you won't
look me in the face again.
You just erase and blind
your eyes from me again.
So who's cutting the line this time?
Who's leaving who with nothing to say?
Who's left who hanging in the cold
as inside he burns away?
Your left killing you,
I'm left killing me, like always,
but like always, whatever it is
that's between us still remains.
It's not a bridge you can burn away.
It's not a bridge I could burn away.
Till we reconcile, it will remain.
See you around, for there's
no other shape.
