| Lyrics |
| The Prelude And these words can only be as deep as raindrops. Oh, but how deep raindrops are when they become oceans. But oceans always end when they meet their limitations, the drenched sandy carpet. So now, I can finally say this, say " I Love You." I can say this because I know my love will never meet with a limitation. I knew when I was drowning, or..., maybe it was rising to serenity. "Why do you gaze at me the way you used to?" Before we had anything. "Why do you turn away when I try to capture your stare like you won't let this thing happen again?" But what is this thing? Did I ever hurt you in a way that a doctor's scalpel couldn't fix? I think if I got close enough to breathe you in again then I would splash to the floor and then I could evaporate and fill up clouds. The cumulus mist would explode and hurl me down. I'd shower above you and sprinkle on your precious head. And as I slip through your hair, skip across your skin, down to your lips and onto the tip of your tongue, tell me, "How does love taste?" |
| The Late December Ember The day has yet to turn and I'm already seeing signs of winter. Heaven has anchored itself above harsh, gray, whispers and landscapes are cloaked in breaths of frost. I've found that your black pupils are tunnels that lead into the depths of you soul and peering down in them I see that the cold has already found you. Your heart forces teal splinters of ice through your veins and the frozen tears have shrink wrapped your eyes in frosted crystal. "What say we cuddle under warm comforters and let me wrap you safely in my arms?" Let my kiss breathe fire into your barren lungs and restore the passion into your blue lips. Remember the warmth in these caresses and let it turn your tears to slush, and then back to water and cry that passion lost. |
| Happy Anniversary My Beloved Murderer Look, I've never wanted you more or maybe I've just never wanted you more dead. I'd appreciate it so fucking much if you stopped saying "I Love You." Because every phrase is a confetti of crushed glass that gets raked over my heart and at this point death would be a gift. I'll never let that happen again even if it means being found pale at the end of a gun. Under the moon's vanilla zest, wading in the crimson champagne that used to roam lively in my veins. |
| Tears Fall Like Knives Countless nights my pillows have swallowed up my tears. Silver slivers of moonlight powder my face and behind me I can hear the emotion of agonized screams from others whose heart's have been peirced before. Reasoning with unreason only makes things worse. And you feel your ribs splinter and puncture your lungs as you choke on your on life. And how could anyone know how that feels until they've given everything, their heart and soul to someone else. If something so perfect as a match made in heaven could fail then what, if anything, is a constant? And as you wish, I'll be out of your life forever and this will be the last night that I cry out for you. My pillows will drown in tears and my tears will drown in memories of you laying your head where they are now. I will lay my head there too and I will drown in my own salty sorrow. It will be so much better than seeing you with someone else and having my heart tear itself to shreds......... Just rest content knowing that you caused this. |