.gonna be something.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Euphoria

I have built a life trying to coax rock from water
15 years to make ice from fire
More than half is only sentimental drivel
fragile scarabwings under glass
Well thats what you get for Euphoria
that's what you get for crawling on the ground
that's what you get for peering through flowers to stare right into the sun
does anyone know what it means to be tired anymore?
I wake up exhausted
and sleep walk back to bed
Suddenly pain is the only way to tell
that your still living-
well thats what you get for Euphoria
thats what you get for crawling on the ground
thats what you get for jumping ship and
drinking till you drown.
I was afraid of my coersions
I was afraid of life's seductions
I was afraid to breathe too hard
I was afraid to die.
Well no more, no more-no afraid to breathe, no more.
I've only ever been good at 2 things-
telling the truth and lying.
Someday I'll grow wings-sentimental drivel all
Someday I'll fly away
stagger through the sky- and wait for the ground to fall.

2 Comments:

At December 1, 2004 at 5:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
-Crash and Burn

 
At December 1, 2004 at 6:17 PM, Blogger MearaOnTheWall said...

who are you, anonymous?

 

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