x eNiGmA kiD x
Bluelighter
oh... how a bottled fragrance I sprayed on from years ago still smells like you
or... how candlelit soapy baths still feels like preparation to hot wet sex
we had summers ago
...portishead still sounds the same, melancholy but sexy
just resurrected reminders
& just the other day my sister found a picture I had lost of you...
quickly I dove into our nothingness... luckly she was there to save me
I snapped out I guess, I say it's procrastination...
my soul is tasked to you.
or maybe it's my unconcious ways...
though these pieces of you are written on my awakened phases.
just little reminders
you have faded into the shuffle, I'm sure you're enjoying the switches
but I still remember you... Do you remember any of it?
I'm not two faced, I still remember.
the long conversations... crying on the phone
you holding my hand before going to sleep
the tears and laughs we shared
the hiding from our loved ones
poems and arguments we elicited
the rides around the ave listening to life house
that day at the park, oh man that was unresisting
leaving the shoreline that hotel's scarlet circled dining table cloth
you stoled for us to "lay on"...
Do you remember?! Any of it? Check your head...
Your heart? Under your bed? In the closet?
or maybe you don't want to remember after you realize you couldn't find "her"...
the reflection of not knowing how to deny what I feel for you is
just another reminder... that has burned a hole through my chest
I'll be a doctor when I grow up, to heal my self...
and yes I sit here alone... warmless... grateful, though betrayed
we agreed, you know what we agreed to...Oh forget it.
just a reminder... one day it'll surprise you
tears... red as blood you'll shed
lurid flames will burn you to shame
you won't find it, what your looking for...
cause you gave me back to myself...
then you'll have my discarded reminders
and you'll "unforget" your life away.
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
or... how candlelit soapy baths still feels like preparation to hot wet sex
we had summers ago
...portishead still sounds the same, melancholy but sexy
just resurrected reminders
& just the other day my sister found a picture I had lost of you...
quickly I dove into our nothingness... luckly she was there to save me
I snapped out I guess, I say it's procrastination...
my soul is tasked to you.
or maybe it's my unconcious ways...
though these pieces of you are written on my awakened phases.
just little reminders
you have faded into the shuffle, I'm sure you're enjoying the switches
but I still remember you... Do you remember any of it?
I'm not two faced, I still remember.
the long conversations... crying on the phone
you holding my hand before going to sleep
the tears and laughs we shared
the hiding from our loved ones
poems and arguments we elicited
the rides around the ave listening to life house
that day at the park, oh man that was unresisting
leaving the shoreline that hotel's scarlet circled dining table cloth
you stoled for us to "lay on"...
Do you remember?! Any of it? Check your head...
Your heart? Under your bed? In the closet?
or maybe you don't want to remember after you realize you couldn't find "her"...
the reflection of not knowing how to deny what I feel for you is
just another reminder... that has burned a hole through my chest
I'll be a doctor when I grow up, to heal my self...
and yes I sit here alone... warmless... grateful, though betrayed
we agreed, you know what we agreed to...Oh forget it.
just a reminder... one day it'll surprise you
tears... red as blood you'll shed
lurid flames will burn you to shame
you won't find it, what your looking for...
cause you gave me back to myself...
then you'll have my discarded reminders
and you'll "unforget" your life away.
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
[ 14 May 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
