~Greta~

Dec. 8th, 2009

10:15 am

I can't do this. I just want to go home and leave all of this behind.

Stop fucking with my head. You don't care, so stop acting like you do. If you can't come out and do anything about it, don't hide behind song lyrics. I don't want your fake, anonymous sympathy. I spent two and a half years believing in something that was never real, so I don't plan on continuing the habit.

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drtomoe123

01:16 am

The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology
"I didn't want to tell you this
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess"
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a TV set

Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
But you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
Well, ha ha ha

I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you

You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you'd take care of me
You'd always be there
Well where are you now?

Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am

But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear

Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live

But do you want that?

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Dec. 7th, 2009

drtomoe123

01:33 pm

Two to one
Static to the sound of
You and I undone
For the last time

And there this was
Hiding at the bottom
Of your swimming pool
Some September
But don't you think
I wish that I could stay
Your lips give you away

I can hear it
A jet engine
Through the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not be rescued

Two to none
Roads that lead away from this
I'm following myself
Just this once
And I got spun
It appears you're spun as well
It happens when you pay attention
Or this could take all year

But when it's quiet
Does she hear me?
Jettisoned to the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd prefer not to be rescued
And oh I can feel her
She's dying just to keep me cold
And I'm finally numb
So please don't get me rescued
Rescued

And it's unclear
But this may be my last song

I can tell
She's raising hell
To give to me
She got me warm
So please don't get me rescued
And oh say you'll miss me
One last time
And I'll be strong
Whatever you do
Please don't get me rescued

'Cause I'm feeling like
I might need to be near you
And I feel alright
So please don't get me rescued

Current Mood:

okay

Current Music: Jack's Mannequin - Rescued