I'm the raving misconception serving as ear plugs for the deaf.
I'm the taste of respect laying on the tongue of each pulsation, every shutter, each scene.
I'm the darkest wizard in your 'party scene'
that would turn the butterflies in your stomach cold and heartless.
feed them lies until they become your wishful thinking, and turn into bats.
You know you're the cinder block on my wings,
and I'm the cliche between your lines.
I'm coming from my outside; looking in,
I just want to see you fall.
because you're weaker than the deer in my headlights
so I rather you fancy love notes from 5 stories up,
and plunge deep into gossip as it slips into doors.
with my soul as the key.
It's winter 10 doors up,
and the clock shows nothing but time,
and it's saying that you're too late for excuses,
because everybody's out to get me.
so I'll breathe.
you'll be breathing summer nights tonight.
I'm the anchor tied the seams on your knees.
and I've got nothing to lose.
My pen, vs. my soul.
don't you let me down,
I will turn you into the coldest marionette you've ever
believe me when I say,
sweetness, I meant it when I said that I said I had the
finest royal flush in our deck,
and as you shuffle, I dream ahead
and I understand that I am the only locket on your neck, and as I weigh you down,
I'll love it like living liars breathe for excitement.