I Believe Baseball's Underrated, But On Infatuation, I'm Confused
Time, it passes just so quick.
It's like we're moving every second.
And if I could, you know I'd tell you what I think of this.
I'd ask the others for help, but they're all stoned.
So time won't seal this, or give this burn enough time to heal.
And we've no hope for a while, long after this has passed.
Now we're all stuck here, drinking piss at our knees.
They say it's Cabernet, but it tastes a little off if you ask me.
I doubt they care, so hold my hand.
Walk with me through this sewer tunnel.
The city's so loud,
The noise is getting louder, and the fires are spreading.
It's getting darker, as we fall asleep in hopes we'll wake up,
On the floor beside our beds. I think we've fallen too far again.
And it hurts, because I can feel your heart beating,
But I can't keep its rhythm.
And if you knew what I was going to say,
Would you end it all like this?
It's Summer. Spring became over, so quick. It's so old.
You can keep your diamonds with you, but mine will fade.
And if the next attempt fails like you,
I'll catch it, and hold it like I held you.
Bring me smiles like a package that comes too infrequently,
And so often to the wrong address.
Do you know where I'm hiding, under this all?
I don't remember anything.
The wind carried it all away, like your voice in my ears,
Or my words, caught in someone else's throat.
Your skin is burning from this sun,
That faces away but carries on like it's alright.
But nothing can grow, and you will never bloom to me.
You will rise, like the prevelant darkness that comes,
With the dying of the sun.
I'll put my heart in front of this loaded gun, sacrifice myself.
Hallways are moving while I'm still.
Or maybe they're stuck here and I keep moving,
All I know is that I'll never catch up to you.
Stuck in the hallways between the painted picture,
And the photographs, torn, and the door to our old bedroom.
