Dropped my heart at the door,
and saw the pieces scatter on the floor.
Asked you to tell me what was happening,
demanded to know the secrets you keep hiding.
You could only smile and tell me to wait.
why do you like to frustrate the life out of me?
cities painted on canvas
like the swirling masses
cannot describe the desolation
we left behind in our hastened decision
we watched the house burn along with all the memories
that drained all the energy out of me. there is algebra in gasoline.
tell me where the interstate ends.
waiting for my world to cave underneath me again.
Broken mirrors and promises
like souls shattered messes
driving till the earth stops revolving
or the revolving door quits solving
too busy to notice the beauty in nature
nothing is sound yet all things we must endure
dreams. hopes. wishes. crumble in our fragile hands.
because we did not want to give them to the One with bigger plans.
You'll have to pry them from my cold dead fingers.
now all that's left is morbid silent screams of those old records.
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