Receiving End Of Sirens, The
Shirtsleeves
Words fail her
Why bother trying to pass off your Offense as a good defense? I said,
"Please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . .
'Cause there will be time for shouting matches."
So he writes - last option.
Keeps him cornered in.
The need for more stays pressing,
But he can't force the pen.
For every blot of ink a word is lost. . .
Pierced skin/new melody
And if these lines stay blank. . . They'll lead to no where.
Letras de canciones
She starves for attention.
He has hungry mouths to feed.
Dietary habits seen [to her]
As born of apathy.
He starves for attention.
She has hungry mouths to feed.
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty.
Under his breath:
"Like guests and presidents,
My words were not welcome where they could not stay."
Their arguments plotted concentric circles
Ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage.
She starves for attention.
He has hungry mouths to feed.
Dietary habits seen [to her]
As born of apathy.
He starves for attention.
She has hungry mouths to feed.
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty.
I need to believe in these dripping Organs sutured to my sleeves.
I want to scream with every dream [out loud] You'd never dare to breath.
Two-four, two-four. I can't breathe.
Two-four, two-four. (I can't breathe.)
She starves for attention.
He has hungry mouths to feed.
Dietary habits seen [to her]
As born of apathy.
He starves for attention.
She has hungry mouths to feed.
Emaciated, both will dream
Of times they felt less empty.
From Letras Mania