Suffice it to say,
I've never been a fluttering child’s hand,
A feverish optical vision of purity
In robes of plush and innocence
Admiration for the simplistic and foolish
Not a single step near my fingertips
And I can’t quite touch the drama in your voice
To bring your thoughts to a fever pitch
And revel in the idea of being your relief.
Never clothed in silken threads
An ideal representation of myself
An Extravagance far too rich
For iron poor blood
But….
Still the beat of a pumping heart,
And dream about a melody to match it.
To catch it.
And make it yours.
Sail some sea with infamy
Wave about in salty air with a rasp in your voice,
Screaming
Someone, someone, anyone
Just watch me.
Look what venture I just came and battled.
For the minor loss of an ugly lung,
You win.
Who needs to breathe anyway?
Take care of the notion of perfection in your heart.
Wallow in the sandpits of futility with a smile on your face
Because you can
Bask in the scar of a yesterday’s fool.
And know that you made him yourself.
You broke him, you genius.
You made him, you fool.
But life has its will, has its way
With a foolish heart
So quick to fold into the threes
At the glimpse of a wandering eye
So quick to lose hope with a gasp
As naiveté takes a seat on your supple plush brain
Knits a little sweater to warm up your thoughts
And creates a new environment for your stupidity
A brand new excuse.
I've got love, and random idle suppositions.
Thoughts of we in darklit days of past.
All of you.
In my past, minus futures, minus we.
So much lost,
Mountains gained
A smile, some laughter, and pinch for a feeling
And seemingly always
Minus me.
I've never been a fluttering child’s hand,
A feverish optical vision of purity
In robes of plush and innocence
Admiration for the simplistic and foolish
Not a single step near my fingertips
And I can’t quite touch the drama in your voice
To bring your thoughts to a fever pitch
And revel in the idea of being your relief.
Never clothed in silken threads
An ideal representation of myself
An Extravagance far too rich
For iron poor blood
But….
Still the beat of a pumping heart,
And dream about a melody to match it.
To catch it.
And make it yours.
Sail some sea with infamy
Wave about in salty air with a rasp in your voice,
Screaming
Someone, someone, anyone
Just watch me.
Look what venture I just came and battled.
For the minor loss of an ugly lung,
You win.
Who needs to breathe anyway?
Take care of the notion of perfection in your heart.
Wallow in the sandpits of futility with a smile on your face
Because you can
Bask in the scar of a yesterday’s fool.
And know that you made him yourself.
You broke him, you genius.
You made him, you fool.
But life has its will, has its way
With a foolish heart
So quick to fold into the threes
At the glimpse of a wandering eye
So quick to lose hope with a gasp
As naiveté takes a seat on your supple plush brain
Knits a little sweater to warm up your thoughts
And creates a new environment for your stupidity
A brand new excuse.
I've got love, and random idle suppositions.
Thoughts of we in darklit days of past.
All of you.
In my past, minus futures, minus we.
So much lost,
Mountains gained
A smile, some laughter, and pinch for a feeling
And seemingly always
Minus me.
