Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

I Waited Too Long

And I missed my chance to say goodbye.

Nothing is fair. It really shouldn't surprise me anymore.


Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all
And the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action

Sunday, October 6, 2013

What Can't Stay Goes Away

In his eyes I see the fear that only time can disappear, if only time would reappear--now's the time.
XO Mom, it's okay, it's alright, nothing's wrong.
The only thing that's real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful.
You're losing all your highs and lows, ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
When I get what I want, well, I never want it again.
Troubles I got on my mind; they don't fit no other person.
 Smoked too many cigarettes today, I'm not happy when I act this way.
So it is: the shorter story, no love, no glory, no hero in her skies.
There are promises broken and promises kept; angry words that were spoken when I should have wept.
And the battles were lost and the bitter defeat; there's a page where we fail to meet.
For the moment we're alone: she's alone and I'm alone, and now I know it.
Every day, every hour, I wish that I was bulletproof.
But you got away, didn't you baby--just turned your back on the crowd.
A man like me is dead in places that other men feel liberated.
What if what you do to survive kills the thing you love?
Wearing her face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
It wears her out, it wears her out.
When you love someone and it goes to waste, could it be worse?
Inside the doors are sealed to love, inside my heart is sleeping.
One day I am gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless.
Just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl.