me and you
alone us two
dont talk at all
tack up on the wall
stolen from my rooms bed
a sheet of darkest, darkest red

we can hide away,
we can hide away,
just me and you,
alone all day,

Another hour, another hour,
another hour to go,
another hour, another hour,
another hour to go,

yet the day before left me screaming from the windowsill,
begging for any piece of uniformed trash you threw my way.
throwing anything i could get my hands on with your name on it,
letting them break against any car that swerved to miss you.

please stop and stare for a while
nod and say 'we're okay' with a smile
i may do the same for you some day
just dont expect me to say

that we're okay
we're so happy
and oh so fine
like the people on tv
yes we're so beautiful
we'll always be
and get our sunset ending
like the people on tv

and when the cool boys reaching for the bottom of your purse,
you just know something gonna get stole
and the drunkards buzzing round the streetlight looking pretty pale,

in the deepest ocean
at the bottom of abyss
bodies buried, drowned
tied up and held down

forgotten memories
still haunt their blazing eyes
weighed down by
forever uncertain regrets

he looked like anyone else
you might see walking
along the busy street
eternal shoe gazers
to busy
or scared
to catch someones eye

if you were lucky enough
(if you can call it that)

tracing the light
to the darkest depths
follow the beacon
to the sunken sea floor

drag me down
with the strands of light
and life
and weird fishes

seduce me

when i hold you in my arms
you little soul of charms
i will do whatever i can
the sky will sing for you
when i stroke your raven hair
i'll feel we're not even there
a lick of your lips and
i think i know this is true.

he who laments at the tip of a hat
or she who'll rejoice at a dying birds call
they who keep their emotions close the the surface
are likely to get hurt worst of all

i got lost in your mothers house,
stumbling from room to room
looking for the door that would
lead me back to the dinner table.

i wound up in your bedroom, and what
i saw scared me away forever,
a grown man strapped to the bed, trying
to scream with a gag in his throat.

im strung from the ceiling fan
revolving around the room
watching the monsters snarl
as they slowly drive me insane

the girl whose face consists
of nothing but a mouth

i'd like to think
that the croak in my voice
or the pain in my ribs

is temporary and
can be cured in time
and i'll be fine.

i'd like to think
the doctors can help me
the kind man who

has the drugs and
knows just whats wrong
with me.

there was an old lady who wanted to fly
each day she'd climb up on her roof
flap her arms and get ready to jump
but each time at the last second
she'd climb back down.

and she was snorting gasoline
on a rock by the stream
her head down in the grass
and a hat on her ass

she looked so strange
alone and upside down
and she wore her makeup
like a demented clown

The cold dark water
So deep and quiet
Washing along the shore
Moving but not changing

The blinding hands of faith
Cling to me, try to hold me back
As I step through the sand
Towards the waters edge

The darkness hides all
The faith in another life
Empty here, I’m so alone
Moving but never changing