WA 5, Draft 2
I'm sorry if you don't think that it's right that we're
growing apart so fast-
but just start with the downcast looks and the distant smiles
that I get from you.
Ohhh, I come home to see that the only thing I have is lacking
so I start in again-
I was never good to you for anything anyway.
And I'm so sorry if I don't always treat you like I think so
but maybe, since i hurt you so-
you could take a stab back at me.
But people like you can't just come and go-
You stare out the window, you move too slow
for me; for me.
No, No, No, people like you can't come and go-
Just let things ice over, they'll never show
but you'll see, oh you'll see.
I know that faithful stare:
looking out the window thinking just how bare
the ground looks at this time of year.
But I promise that when things move fast,
and all good memories seem to pass you bye,
that I can gaurantee these days will end,
These days will end; so don't bend those knees.
These days will end. you'll mend.
Just don't bend so soon.
WA 5, Draft 1
I'm sorry if you don't think that it's right that we're
growing apart so fast-
just start with the downcast looks and the distant smiles
that i get from you.
And i come home to see that the only thing i have is lacking
so i start in again-
i was never good for anything anyway.
And i'm so sorry if i don't always treat you like i think so
but maybe, since i hurt you so-
you could take a stab back at me.
But people like you can't just come and go-
you stare out the window, you move too slow
for me; for me.
No, No, No, people like you can't come and go-
just let things ice over, they'll never show
but you'll see, oh you'll see.
i know that faithful stare:
looking out the window thinking just how bare
the ground looks at this time of year.
but i promise that when things move fast
and all good memories seem to pass you bye,
that i will gaurantee these days will end,
these days will end; so don't bend those knees.
these days will end. you'll mend.
just don't bend so soon.
WA 4, Draft 3
Now all i see is cords breaking, sound overtaking and Goodnight.
--walls covered with car crashes.
dictionary, sugarplum fairy: i can't make up my mind.
Followed you home-- Slanted eyes crackling in the dark.
My heart snagged on a nail and i faltered.
Pouring over books- why so damned gorgeous?
This is bad enough- this aggression with myself.
wish I could rebel, but i need your cautionary support support.
My mom always said something about being a child- STAY A CHILD. Its simpler that way, you believe what you are told readily. no descisions to be made. I wish i had listened to her.
In my mind, over and over and over again, rocking, singing the our father, peppermint scent, lightning catching. Always slightly pulled grasp.
I don't want to remember anymore.
Heat permeates. a gentle smash in the back of the head.
A noise is as loud as the silence. That moment when all illusions drop. slight reminiscing- simplicity like holy water.
falling, realising a dream- cliff jumping- waking up, plumeting. sudden realization in contrast to stark disbelif--come here, boy, let me explain.
i was in love with the idea in my heart.
In reality, it was like a sharp pain like while hemming,
you prick your inner palm.
then, suddenly, hands become flat, pointed,
electricity flows through viens,
if any one was out there, surely all would be saved. In the end,
my grasping finger lingers only a second
like that game we used to play- trying to hold a gallon of milk with a pinky,
pressure beyond seams ripping. only tension holding ice together. look around!
see that you can't rely on crosses and thorns.
split second, split ends, lather, rinse repeat.
theres nothing left for you here-- its all up in smoke.
desolation is the only consolation.
don't let yourself think that wings exist; no clouds and fiery orbs.
put 2 and 2 together.
It is easier to factor life, just think of it allgebraically--ceremonies, are so triangulated,
overrated, theres nothing to salvage of this world anyway.
cross yourself with the sign of the heart.
