Friday, October 12, 2007

Awkward Silence

Alone in a deeply crowded room
I wait for your eyes to meet mine
And I stare into the brightness

Secretly regrets wait and loom
In things that I should tell you
In my chest I’m feeling tightness


But I crave those moments
dripped in satire’s awkward glow
it’s like a drug I can’t let go
And I yearn for the silences
Draped in possibilities
My waning inabilities exposed


My life’s story falls upon your ears
I drink in what you pour out
And I can’t get enough of you

The laughter echoes in revealing tears
The truth resting just upon my lips
I’m afraid that you’ll leave too


But I crave those moments
dripped in satire’s awkward glow
it’s like a drug I can’t let go
And I yearn for the silences
Draped in possibilities
My waning inabilities exposed

But it’s in those moments I feel most alive
Please don’t run ahead of me
I’m already feeling far enough behind
I just wanna say

That I crave those moments
Dripped in satire’s awkward glow
You’re the drug I can’t let go
And I yearn for your silence
Draped in dreams and peeled of pain
Like something too beautiful to know

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