Hiding behind a keyboard from the fact that story book romances end in sweet catastrophe. Trying to forget that the diamonds eventually become dull, refusing to sparkle in the moonlight... tears are the exact opposite. Maybe she's hungry for a heartbreak.... to be just a bottom drawer memory. Friends don't let friends get famous.
Fell asleep in the mirror the other day, sick to death of comparing myself. Starting to feel like every word has already been written. I'm not always the person I want to be... but you make me want to be him.
Silly boy, all this is ever gonna get you is carpal tunnel and bad eyesight. You only know how to manipulate your lungs with thoughts of her.
I wish I was the mirror reflecting you back so I could make your eyes look carefree. The way I think of you is billboard big, only I could never tell anyone. It's all "if they could see us now"s versus "they'd be spinning in their graves."
Penned in on all sides. Lets split town. "Better in the long run" always means taking it slow. Craving a quick sprint. Beating hearts and careless desire.
I wonder how the pharaohs would feel if they realized they never made it across to the other side... They are sitting on the third floor of the natural history museum. Forever.
