now we face the dealer, cards in hand, cigarettes and empty breathing
walking through these face down walls, sevens and fours leave me scrambling for nines
three is four without you, and me without six is me hoping for you,
ten moments of these cold days, conversations used to fix the past,
words flow out speedily today, almost too fast to make you understand
the flow you stole from me remains undecided as the river is now nothing short of dismisal
now we find our predicament predictable, nothing predetermined left us with everything undetermined
now we find the shortfall in everything, looking for scars in everything
these are black eyes from you
these are black eyes from you
these are nightmares from dreams that never came true
and the difference is this time, I know it's real when I say - I love you
everything is real is my world now, everything is made of cheap cologne and beds that are never big enough
everything we fall from is everything I needed to know, to keep you real, to keep this feel
under these clouds we find ourselves lost in lonely matter
all you know is that nothing matters
and everything you've ever dreamed of is never coming to this box set dining room,
staged here in front of your personal audience of you
not that sharing is the way to be, but understand it's always been us, and never just you and me.
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