Tuesday, May 31, 2011

it's true she can't rhyme

wake me up for the final show
before then it's not enough to know
read between skies of redemption
smoke only helps with prevention

it doesn't matter what kind of person i am
as long as i look good in a picture
it doesn't matter what you wanted from this
find the answers in song as we sit here
the burns on the paper are one thing
wake me up when you're onto something

i'm getting bored with your plastic condition
getting tired of your tactile submissions

don't expect so much from me
there's always more we fail to see
this landscape shrouded
glossy whispers unfounded
in time lapse photography
don't expect so much from me

i'm getting bored with your thoughtless designs
never meshed with my victimless crimes

it doesn't matter what kind of person i am
as long as i look good in a picture
all the things that you thought you would find
are just pages torn from your scripture
paint chips in your cup of obsession
to fuel this reckless transgression

wake me up for the final song
just promise it won't take too long
dreams cannot teach you to fly
the dust on the pane spells goodbye

if anyone asks you later
in tangible incinerator
you'll say it's true she can't
swim the blackout of time
you'll say it's true she can't
it's true she can't rhyme

-4.2010



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