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| greenwich village suicide.arms outstretched
hands flat against the windowsides
she looks down
thinks of bartok, van gogh
and new yorker cartoons
she falls
they take her away with a daily news on her face
and a store keeper throws hot water on the sidewalk. | | |
| wake up you've got a big day
today you'll put a friend into the grave
ain't nothing you can do or say to make this change
so get up you've got a big day
by the grace of God when an angel comes your way
the heart goes on and on and on and on
even after you've been gone
and it goes on and on and on and on
even when no blood's running through your veins
the heart goes on
remember new year's eve at the James' place?
shots rolled off
when you spawned your love that day
we wanted to sing
so I'm getting up for the big day
the grace of God's gonna lay you down today. | | |
| blur.take me down to where you think i might belong
but you can't rescue me, you ain't that strong
but you don't know no better,
and im not going to tell you any better
can you turn this pale water to wine
cause if you can do that baby
i think we'll be fine
but you can't raise a sinner
and its not me but honesty thats died
blurring lines between love and sin
can't tell where you stop and where i begin
my bodies sending questions
to answers you can't give
if you throw me a line i'll only drag you in
this ain't new york city and the ice is thin
even if you kept me up all night
i'd be gone by the moment it struck daylight
you believe in fate but now you think there lies
but i never meant to hurt a soul alive
im still looking for what you can't give
and the further i wonder the less i know that is
blurring lines between love and sin
can't tell where you stop and where i begin
my bodies sending promises that i cannot keep
well we are bluring lines between love and sin can't tell where you stop or where i begin
my bodies sending question to answers you can't give or can you give... | | |
| you were never anything for health
you were never too vitamin
you dirtied hands
and since you were stickier than glue
you never washed away
you stained something awful. | | |
| it's hard to put a finger on my exact
emotions at this very point in time ..
it has just been "one of those days."
i am happy to be home,
but yet it still does not feel right.
it feels like someone is missing.
i look around the room full of people.
everyone is there. i look to my left and
savannah is next to me. i glance across
the room, bryce and kendrea are on
the other couch.. i see kaz sitting next to
the door. others are in the mix, i just keep
thinking who is not here that should be ??
finally i realize it's harrison. he is the one
i keep looking for. it's his personality i am
waiting to see stand out, his smartass comebacks
i am waiting to hear, his arms i am waiting to
feel around me. god god god god god.
i am starting to grasp the reality of it all.
it's taken a long time to set in, but i think i am
finally coming to that point. it's the worst thing in the world.
all my relationships with each person are different.
harrison was one of my most favorite relationships.
he was everything.
he was..
i will never have anything like that again in my entire life;
no one will ever be able to replace him, compare to, or ever
be able to give me any kind of bond like that again in my entire life.
i hate it.
i hate it.
iFUCKINGhateit.
i feel empty.
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