curbdrop out of grace

slide guitar your life away

tell me something maybe
dusty practice drunken madness
dripping into baths
sleeping out of beds
when the liar steals lines from lullabys
the ones she used to struggle through
when you get inside
when you get so close
does it taste any better
or is the numbness consuming

how you crying lately
rusty faceless wishful tasteless
breaking into heads
making out with meds
with the lights off in case she looks at you
thoughts from a thousands uncertainties
breathe and release
scream and repeat
it doesn't always have to die
but you always help it bleed

the twisting the missing the whistling wind whirling round the waking eyes darting back and forth like decisions of faith. there is no sleep for the hearts of men worried over five minute conversations that lead to lifelong suspicions. when it's gone it's gone but before too long what's wrong and what's fucked up will be more aparent than the mistakes you've made in lives not worth saving had you known that heroes die alone too. a room a wife a tome a knife a bruise a fight a curse a life a cut a line a drain a find a scream reminds that not everything sweet comes in the edges of nite.

posted by fillshe @ 12:38 PM