Monday, July 13, 2009

I don't know enough portuguese to rhyme in it

This night needs no persuading
Noone here is hesitating
lack of words to press the issue
its getting heavy when I still miss you
but sticks and stones are still around
tripping those already down
bites and wounds and cuts and fear
and all the people we left back there
still around but not the same
like ghosts that haunt but cannot stay
we dont do it for the fame or glory
we just do it for the scars and stories
And for all the vanity we share
I really hope thats about her
because my metronome beats just fine
to all the songs we left behind.

1 comment:

yeahBoy said...

leave the world behind.
find for yourself why it was once the new world.
just don't think that i'll ever stop.
and if that bothers you,
you can stop reading any time.