Tuesday, August 12, 2008

"Sometimes perfection can be--It can be perfect hell"

You're not perfect, except its every way I see you
I've got nothing to celebrate but not being over you

I knew it was you from the back of your head
The bubbles make this hard to go down
and Ive been so high and down for you before
We used to dream, and Im not sure you ever knew
that they revolved around you

aisles and seats, next to you, its only where Id give to be
and if you were to ask me, how yes could be given to noone but you

I swear if I had the proof
it'd be in the way you say my name

it seems like the plainest clue
and the dirtiest trick.
if somehow I knew.

blackened eyes and swollen masks
these songs do nothing but remind me
when nights were meant for glowing
glowing ends of cigarettes
glowing eyes across rooms
glowing embers ignored
glowing skin on skin on skin.

she says she couldnt see it
but then you spun her and she did
you're the kind that can make even the surest girl
think she's forgotton everything she knew

And all I can remember are those nights
and that one...
etched into my mind

I could stare at you forever.
These glowing eyes are for you
and always have been.
The days melt into nights
and nights into years
and years into ironarre reunions.

when the word perfect slides across the table
you're the only one sitting at the other end.
every time.
your face never fails.
and it makes everyone elese's mind bend
but noones seen the you who I've seen.

even he can't get me out of this.
I'm stuck here, in a place that I just don't seem to belong.

so simple. so complicated.

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