I'm tired of the tears
i'm tired of my fears
i'm tired of the lies
you speak
i hold
i speak
you deal
i'm tired of causing you pain
of having so much
i can't hold it in
i'm tired of being sorry
i'm tired of felling i have no other choice
i'm tired of missing you
and not having any other way to say it
i'm sorry i remind you so much
that it feels like your falling away
i'm tired of wanting to die
waiting for something to end my life
i'm tired of losing
you and everyone
you and everything
i'm tired of you being the only one i can let in
but not know ing how to change that
because i'm scared
of what?
of love
of fear
of pain
or god dammit what?
to loose
to late it's latley feeling as if i aleready lost you
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I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
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