lyrical day  

MadiCowx 30F
315 posts
9/30/2005 8:31 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

lyrical day


Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it.
She stripped from head to toe and then left him with his shoulder out.
Go get your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.

Our victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers,
"This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
Get the body on the bed like it's flowered and he starts going down.

The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle.
Die young and save yourself.

They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time", he said.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast
and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life full of lies and failing relationships.

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle.

Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.
The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle.
Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

~*~ANOTHER BRAND NEW SONG*~*

I am heaven sent
Don't you dare forget
I am all you've ever wanted
What all the other boys all promised
Sorry I told
I just needed you to know
I think in decimals and dollars
I am the cause to all your problems
Shelter from cold
We are never alone
Coordinate brain and mouth
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out
I wish I knew
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are
with whoever they're there with
This is war
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something
they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for
Holding on to your grudge
Oh it's so hard to have someone to love
And keeping quiet is hard
Cause you can't keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start
(at least pretend you didn't want to get caught)
We're consentrated on falling apart
We were contenders, now throwing the fights
I just want to believe...I just want to believe..I just want to believe.. in us
Oh, we're so controversial
We are entirely smooth
We admit to the truth
We are the best at what we do
And these are the words you wish you wrote down
This is the way you wish your voice sounds Handsome and smart
Ooh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart
And it's all from watching t.v.
And from speeding up my breathing
Would'nt stop if I could
Oh, it hurts to be this good
You're holding on to your grudge
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love
Oh, so let it go
This is the grace only we can bestow
This is the price you pay for loss of control
This is the break in the bend
This is the closest of calls
This is the reason you're alone
This is the rise and fall

MillsShipsGayly 51M

10/2/2005 9:49 pm

cool stuff

in a band or just write for yourself?


eroticneurotic 46M

10/4/2005 3:09 pm

Ooh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart

Can I get a purrr?


MadiCowx 30F

10/8/2005 7:50 am

PURRRRRR

You admit to the truth you are the best at what you do...hehe

>MADI<


SirMounts 102M

10/26/2005 7:26 pm

Is that... your stuff? Kewl. *smiling*


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