all the pain that passion brings

maria

vinyl siding on the glass ceiling

loss of essence

razorwiresharpregret

we’ve always been on our way out

outrage to reason/enraged to think

caramel and my guitar

loved and lost

she said "you’ve got a way with words. you’re playing games, or so i’ve heard.

i’m told i’ve gotta keep my eyes on you. seems you’re the kind of guy that makes us good girls always cry"

and i said "accusations prove absurd when nothing lies behind the words, and just you try to keep your eyes on me.

to overuse a tired phrase, a flowers more than just it’s vase."

you keep dropping bombs on me, i won’t retaliate

for when you die you live in your memories. that creates your heaven or hell.

whichever so compels.

if you live in fabrication all that you will find is

that just because your mouth is open doesn't mean your mind is.

and now we're burning.

in the quiet comfort of my coffin i’ve been crying far too often.

i always said i’d die for you. maybe i just did.

it’s broken gestures, empty kissing.

you don’t know what you’ve been missing.

burning letters. burn the rest.

these breakup mixtapes say it best.

with all the pain that passion brings it’s best to blow it off.

the healthy thing to do would be to never feel at all.

and when you’re angry, tell me you’re angry

and i’ll pretend that that’s important to me.

i’m standing here on fire. hoping you will see.

hoping you will notice. waiting endlessly.

with all the fear that caring brings the paranoia floods.

the masks we wear with vacant stares run thicker than our blood.

and when you’re lonely, tell me you’re lonely

then maybe somehow i’ll relate to you.

i’m holding a picture of you and me, it takes away this gravity.

the overexposured facsimile, it has replaced you recently.

and i don’t believe you when you say its all ok.

i hate that i need you, but i need you so please stay.

maria, this was your idea.

and i hate that i need you, but i need you.

i need you now, i need you now.

i’m walking on water above the air, but all i want is to have you there.

and maria’s an angel. my solitaire.

a torrid account of a tired affair.

and i don’t believe you when you say that nothing’s wrong.

you act so surprised to hear i’ve loved you all along.

(instrumental)

given the chances that we’ve been given it feels like we’re living in a dream.

taking for instance that you’re relentless in your pursuit to find a means

to cause destruction, ceasing to function, breaking the mold you set yourself.

rough at the edges, dance on the ledges, do it for you and no one else.

falling on a tuesday, it’s like doomsday loving you.

a striking loss of essence, it’s detested breaking news.

oh god, the sky is falling down.

oh god, the sky is falling down.

we tried to slit our wrists together only to discover all we needed was each other.

so i’m holding on for you.

and i’ve tried to see the best in you.

you’re better than the others when you’re underneath the covers.

and that’s the best that i can do.

with razor wire sharp regret, my television hums.

but i’m still feeling numb.

so this will be my last request. my love i wish you all the best.

sincere regrets i’ve made so clear.

what once was love, now only fear of losing you.

i’m losing you.

they say you can’t please everyone.

seems like i can’t please anyone.

wallflowers shower apathy, but that’s alright with me.

speed kills those early morning blues and when i watch the news it seems like any minute we could burn away.

we’ve always been on our way out.

another tenth round title bout.

i’m staying in my corner, i don’t want to fight.

five hundred forty seven miles, she’s walking down the aisle.

i’ll keep my tongue placed in my cheek but the situation’s bleak.

the color coded warning signs are wearing out my eyes.

the sky is slowly melting, we’re already dead.

they say you can’t please everyone.

seems like i can’t please anyone.

she’s living in the past and that’s where she belongs as far as i’m concerned.

the flags are half their mast and everything is wrong, but i am not concerned.

and she didn’t want me to change but i had no choice.

no she didn’t want me to change but i had no choice.

staring at the tiles, knowing all the while that you’re not even looking.

we climb the air for miles. she’s painting on her smiles to suspend disbelief.

and she doesn’t want me to stay, but i have no choice.

no she doesn’t want me to stay, but she has no choice.

wednesday in st. petersburg and everything is grey.

and all that i can think about is how she used to say,

"the best things in my life are caramel and my guitar"

and that’s the best philosophy i know.

and this girl smiles at strangers and she sings in restaurants.

and she won’t wait around forever, she knows what she wants.

and maybe someday i’ll turn into everything she needs.

still she might be the world to me today.

i read my horoscope. it said that midnight was my lucky color.

i bought a telescope to look into the sky. midnight in technicolor.

we counted isotopes and hid beneath a star escaping from the fallout.

another evening out, another mushroom cloud and once again we’re ashes.

it’s better to have loved and lost.

and still you wonder why i spell heaven with a y.

fall in the fault-line. break to the punch-line.