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| lights fade in and out color mixing with sound i never wanted you to go away i move in and out i don't make a sound i carry it with me everywhere walking down the street cars are keeping the beat movement mixing with sound it follows me everywhere lights fade in and out color mixing with sound movement mixing with sound aj ingham 2002 |
| i hide behind my bold front to keep my feelings at bay and i peek at you through the window so you can't run away i just lock myself out i just close myself in but often i find that closing my eyes does away with the weight go the day because it gradually gets darker and i like it light the way i run to you and then away from you twice three maybe four times a night to have arms that hold me so i can drift silently into the night the softness of a hand to hold the beauty of the contrast your arms against my own the blue of your eyes can pierce me sometimes pierce me sometimes pierce me sometimes your eyes pierce me sometimes aj ingham 2001 |
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| Drug Store 3am half way between the way you are and how i am Cafe Half A Block Away we've been sitting here in silence but i have so much to say you don't like me because i ask you to feel i want you to see something absolutely real Car Ride Headed Home your going home to her i am going home Wide Awake laying in bed regretting all the things i never should have said Ten In The Morning phone ringing i wonder who's calling answering machine....... "hi it's me" scramble to get out of bed... where the hell is the phone? too late. dial tone. Get Back Into Bed bitter and alone i'm never moving again, i'm never answering the phone i am going to stay here in my bed, no more figuring you out no more midnight poems, no more sappy songs, no more dancing in the kitchen.....your gone. aj ingham 2002 |
| don't take the words out of my mouth and rearrange them in some beautiful way not as i am walking out the door...... not as i am looking away...... don't ask questions you don't want the answers to try not to examine the ratio of me to you it's too cold out lets go back in.... it's too cold out here i can't stand the wind.... don't question my motives i know not what i do it's something new well...... it's something don't look away when i look at you don't take the words out of my mouth don't let the day fade away don't worry about me don't worry about me take everything i say and rearrange it in some beautiful way and paint the picture of how things are going to be examine the ratio of you and me let me know tell me what you see tell me something tell me anything i'm paying attention waiting with bated breath i can't sleep i can't get any rest not until i hear from you don't question my motives i know not what i do aj ingham 2002 |
| scissor sharp just glides along the seam piercing the one thing i had left to say cut off mid-sentance like always judged before questioned because i love the media a conspiracy a thick plot i love anything hard to swallow a tangible moment if you will i'll perch here until the glory fades with nothing to say until i choke and i hate the cold but i love crisp air i will sink down and slouch in my chair doubting what is the majorities truth i know the truth i watched this unravel i saw it coming i did nothing to stop it aj ingham 2001 |
| the cars driving by are more of a distraction then an obsticle... i am not trying to dodge anyone anymore than i am trying to understand them.. and no the room does not fall apart when you are not in it.. it's just cold and dimly lit.. you want to be able to say all these amazing things but you never can you never have the words to say what it is you are really trying to say can you hide behind your formalities? or can you keep everything so strait laced that it hurts to move you can't move you are too scared that another wrong move could spell disaster..... you are hiding behind your eyes again but that's the first place i am going to look for you calculated decisions... how much thought did you really put into it? if any? you can't talk to anyone in person... because conversation is just a waste of time do you really need to have a tone of voice? without it you could be saying what you really want to say but i guess you don't look at it that way.. do you? aj ingham 2002 |
| the canvas could stretch for miles and i would still never be done painting the pain you radiate sometimes but you perfer the delicate to the fierce so it seems so i'll just sit here and wade inbetween wondering if your ok and knowing your not the thing i can't stomach is seeing you choke it all down and fake it out all over town. and yeah there is an escape in silence or so you seem to think...... but your never as alone as often as you'd like to be and your never as abandoned as you seem to think i could be jumping up and down waving my arms for your attention and you'd point at something pretty forgetting to notice i was standing there the canvas ran out an hour ago so now i am painting the ground you walk on pretty colors so you can smile when you look down. Aj Ingham 2002 |