Lies At My Bedside Poem by Andrus Cassian

Lies At My Bedside



Why do I crave a chase I can never obtain
the question of the day
Research, what more research can be uncovered
from a 9 year expedition to find the answer
not much more
And what do I expect
And what do I hope for
for them to see something worthy in me
for them to believe I'm worth the time
for them to say I am everything
when I know I'm just nothing but a speck
I look in their eyes genuine
I look in their eyes honestly
and in fair share of disbelief
and in fair share of cautiously
I get back just wave of the hand
to go away completely
Am I that much of a painkiller
to make me well aware I have no heart
for it breaks with distaste
from the sour grapes I am forced fed
by the lies I lay side by side with
but fail to notice
Now my words flee the scene
for it sounds all the same
I wipe my forehead in disgust
bow my head in frustration
How can I never see those things coming
She smiles like a saint
curses like a sailor
just one of those types
and one of those days
where I know the joke is on me
thank you
Dashboard Confessional

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