~My Brand Of Love Is Unforgiving~

~Light Foot~

when she said she wanted to change 
everyone hoped for the better
pulled our hands towards our eyes
blinding ourselves from the glaring obvious
that she was treading towards the darkest of corners
but we won't try to point it
what she knew all along
and there's no guarantees like before
well maybe if she stumbled hard she'd knock herself concious
and come back home to a yellow summer
where she threw all her weights to sink underwater
eptied her pockets of her mischievous tricks
she'd be finally what she sought out to be
flawed but better

but he is coming to an end of age
an awakening to a steadier footing
where he longs to stand on thicker ice
growing tired of falling from under his feet
hoping his love still has its' merits
a poets' dream he secretly keeps in his chest
consumes him at night and in every sleep
of a symphony only the truest lovers can hear
but of a pain that only he bears on his knees
yet he faithfuly harbors the wick
and he continuously fans the flames
held up to burn in all clarity
to tread against an atmosphere of low visibility
in search of their happiness

~Momento~

tonight we'll hide
recount their beautiful names
hoping they'd love us in return
oh but we never did learn
we cut ourselves in shapes to fit
'till we slowly ran out of ourselves
we've ran out of ourselves
withered in our empty rooms
but no one will ever know
this is our secret
no one knows

weekend evenings
clothes trail from door to bed
moaning names
calling out for saints
but neither of them are yours
and neither of them are mine my love
but for just one night inspite of ourselves
if only we could trade places
fill these arms
someone to hold

tonight we hide
recount their beautiful names
hoping they'd love us in return
oh but we never did learn
we cut ourselves in shapes to fit
for the silhouettes
for the faceless
for all the wrong reasons
we've ran out of ourselves
withered in empty rooms
no one will ever know
this is our secret
no one knows
for all the wrong reasons

~Form/Act~

I've been trying to tell you
but I'm not man enough to own
you should hear the traffic inside my head
a siren over the PA

you wanted me to be your everything
i can't be anything
i'm not even half the man i used to be
fractured from the fall

I've been playing dumb
and it's hard when we act like theres nothing
you shoud wait to hear the punchline
but I'm afraid it won't come

~Look Out~

on a midnight
on a weekend
on a night like this
i reached for the arms of an hourly lover

her impersonal touch
an empty face
a heart so fallible
my skin so weak

our disavowed kiss
a disconnect from grace
i've given to the bone
taken to the grave

pseudonyms abound
cultivated the meek
(i told her) "i love you..."
and i meant it...