flat on my face...its real... (whiteguy) wrote in intouchi,
flat on my face...its real...
whiteguy
intouchi

Kids and Their Carelessness

A sum and weeks remember
This message that I send you
Through the careful whispered lines
And fragrant vibes
An honest heart's December
With all but days remain
Until the words I would have said roll off my lips
This is what I miss

Tired and cold
And always alone
I couldn't be forgotten even if every person knew my name
Face is pale and dull
And never to sure
A cotton shrinking sweater leaves the pieces of this letter's name untold

Quilted in a sun that never shone
The seams away
And the call's too late
The bookshelf looses every book that was read once before
Just save today
And claim your space
In the wrinkled pages of novels never read left on the floor

Now all is lost
Superman was just a man
And his powers couldn't help the best of us
My empty soul
He couldn't fill with just a moral spill of hope

Oh well
At least my memories keep sleepless in a never ending car ride tonight
The car is cold
Heater's busted, radio won't play, I've lost my coat

Sunken in a moon that's dim to all
The seams away
And the call's too late
The lines on empty pages burn in piles above the stove
Just save today
And claim your space
In the broken books of artist never loved or filled before

A telegram of faces in empty mirrors
I'll call again if you promise you'll remember
Two weeks I spend another trashed december
With you spinning around in my head
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