there's always that plastic
i use to coat my face with a smile
whenever you enter the room..
theres always that arch in my back
to force the breath into my lungs
when you suffocate my life...
theres always that look in your eyes
a blank stare into your bottle
when you pretend that everything is ok...
but i can see..
i can see so clearly now
the mist of lost times slowly fades away
and sun comes in
your tiny lost soul
showered in pretentious confidence
so often belittling me
so often drowning me
now, so often enlightening me
unfortunately,...to your sadness
its such a delicate facade
your plastic smiles, emulating mine
and we become one and the same
in completely separate atmospheres
perhaps youve really changed for good..
perhaps that liquid passion of yours
is only tangible
only bottled
i cant try to reach you
my arms dont feel like stretching
im tired, sweetheart.
im sick of trying for you...
im sick of loving you
with your back turned
i turn away too
i can only face north..
hope for something higher
hope for appreciation
consolation, and love
but i cannot risk the wait
i never meant to feel this way
i never meant to let you hurt me
i never meant to pretend that i didnt care
in my current state
my plastic smile
my false confidence
my dirty little secret...
that i could never really turn away
i always wanted to love you
and i knew you would hurt me
...ill keep it all in
with eyes in the back of my head
ill hug you in my sleep
when you cannot see nor feel
ill walk behind you in the darkest of shadows
my felt covered feet making no sound
ill shout my love for you in music filled rooms
when you cant even hear your own thoughts
...facing in the other direction, pretending as usual
faking it
being everything you always expected
a pawn, a weakling
and you know it
because our plastic smiles are identical
as we see right through each other
and deny our own realities.
maybe some day ill pass you in a broken street
my face showing truth
your eyes with that glow
ill take your bottle
youll take my fears
and we can dance in the dark again
to share those secrets
that only plastic smiles can create.
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::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
i use to coat my face with a smile
whenever you enter the room..
theres always that arch in my back
to force the breath into my lungs
when you suffocate my life...
theres always that look in your eyes
a blank stare into your bottle
when you pretend that everything is ok...
but i can see..
i can see so clearly now
the mist of lost times slowly fades away
and sun comes in
your tiny lost soul
showered in pretentious confidence
so often belittling me
so often drowning me
now, so often enlightening me
unfortunately,...to your sadness
its such a delicate facade
your plastic smiles, emulating mine
and we become one and the same
in completely separate atmospheres
perhaps youve really changed for good..
perhaps that liquid passion of yours
is only tangible
only bottled
i cant try to reach you
my arms dont feel like stretching
im tired, sweetheart.
im sick of trying for you...
im sick of loving you
with your back turned
i turn away too
i can only face north..
hope for something higher
hope for appreciation
consolation, and love
but i cannot risk the wait
i never meant to feel this way
i never meant to let you hurt me
i never meant to pretend that i didnt care
in my current state
my plastic smile
my false confidence
my dirty little secret...
that i could never really turn away
i always wanted to love you
and i knew you would hurt me
...ill keep it all in
with eyes in the back of my head
ill hug you in my sleep
when you cannot see nor feel
ill walk behind you in the darkest of shadows
my felt covered feet making no sound
ill shout my love for you in music filled rooms
when you cant even hear your own thoughts
...facing in the other direction, pretending as usual
faking it
being everything you always expected
a pawn, a weakling
and you know it
because our plastic smiles are identical
as we see right through each other
and deny our own realities.
maybe some day ill pass you in a broken street
my face showing truth
your eyes with that glow
ill take your bottle
youll take my fears
and we can dance in the dark again
to share those secrets
that only plastic smiles can create.
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::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
