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| rUnnIng ouT Of thiNgS to sAY No class spent the time on you I�m haunting what you think I am. Entertaining your past. Lives that will be lives that was Just a life to be happy the way things are. Maybe I completed someone I could never be. Just the never less than sign that I�m running out of air. If it gets any colder in here I�ll be stale among the songs. You love the tried that speaks for us. I think alarms and the uncouth are searching for no answers. Talk to hear my self speak. I�m going to be comfortably far about those reaches of the ends. I won�t need you there, or the brainpower to get me home. I do wish I could scream, Just to tell myself do so. Headed on the out before introduced to everyone. Facedown in your hair swirled around my sense of smell. Built to kill the hope that I hear in myself. I�ll never achieve to the point of you as what I receive. How I use to breath for you. Under the influence of your sent that leads me nowhere other than here. I got nothing to hide. There is a voice that would like to hear over the rest. On a scale of one to ten I�ll bet I�ll be another number to you. I�m only half right upon putting words in to the context. You�ll take aim but I�ll sink in the sand that I�m fall through. I wish there was nothing more promising than Heaven. But I would be disappointed if the disappointment ever stopped. There is nothing for me that I can keep but my air through you, And the time that is not enough for me Maybe I can stop talking then. dustin [2001] |
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