I pretended our love had ended before it got a chance to start
See i had been foolishly protective of this lonely little heart
after being beaten and bruised,
neglected and used
leaving me with liquor bottles as bricks,
alcohol my fix,
and empty containers bonded to build walls
because i really can't afford to fall for you again.
But it's just another sunday after weekend number two
and yeah, it's true
our whirlwind whiskey adventures
and our jack daniels induced interactions
produce intense perceptions of affections
and it kills me that i still can't articulate what you do to me
cus the castle of beer cans behind which i hide
becomes dangerously close to toppling when I'm made to decide
whether or not I'll stay with you tonight.
See this liquor laced battle becomes hard to fight
when the silly soul can't handle the inflated ego
And it's hard to stay strong when you come along
because it seems like you're armed with a trio
of friendship, love and lust
but i'm fucked when it comes to trust
and a person's best intentions
so i twist your honesty into hormones
witty words into whimsical conversational war zones
and your intelligence into feigned pretentiousness
because even you just want me to hate you.
see i'm stuck trying to find my identity,
amongst the masses of imaginary entities
trying to sync the self with serenity
but night time addictions present contradictions between the heart and the mind
and my exit strategy just becomes harder to find
because i really don't feel like going anywhere anymore
and maybe it's the energy that brings the real intoxication,
the secret smiles, shared laughs and raunchy revelations
but my brain is possesed by the thrill of temptation,
the joy of being tackled, ravaged by animalistic elation.
see i'm convinced if you were my lover you'd never need another
and all i wanna do is trick you, if only for a little while.
because the secret shadows in my smile know that not all that glitters is gold,
and even gold doesn't last forever
but the things you say can make my day
and the way you make the butterflies flutter is a mystery
like how your internal youth seems to be a beacon of truth
and a testament to alchemy
I can't pinpoint the attraction, nor understand the chemistry
but the passion's stayed persistent throughout both of our histories
strength tested in stress and propelling truth to victories.
and despite shitty situations this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
So i'm living life again with no barricades controlling me
But I've moved from The City to The Town and I've come back around
to sleepy, old fremont,
suburbs subjecting this little one to sobriety,
once again forced to fit in with society,
grown awkward within white walls tinted green
there are no adventures to be had, i'm familiar with this scene
see fifteen is enough of my young twenty-one to be nurtured in this little nest
I know I may look delicate but i'm stronger than the rest.
so let's get this ball rolling and hope for the best
cus we're both back to where we started from
and the shadow you knew found the light within the sun
so I've got the spunk to watch history repeat.
so come to me, come on to me, and show me see where this love leads
cus I need to radiate all the love that I've recieved and for some odd reason
i've projected you as the boy of the season and it seems like the sun is just starting to shine.
So restore my faith in reality and tell me your present of presence is mine
see you're already a part of this never ending story
so come to me in all of your glory
and lay your great mind next to mine.
help me see what i can find when our shells lie side by side.
because I'm tired of feeling uninspired and this
inebriated intimacy takes a toll on this exhausted soul
and these four walls are three sheets to the wind
and this room won't stop spinning so help me cut back on the sinning
and baby just rest with me tonight.

love me right- o2/11/o8

the weightlessness of your touch
leans heavily on this lonely heart.
connection established from the start
but the days and ages, scripted pages
leave unfinished poems delicately dedicated to you
see feelings were true but convinced myself they were lies
drama just an excuse to see where you go
when it seemed like you'd hide
but witnessing the day fade away
and break into the new song of dawn
means the drama queen in me's grown up and moved on
leaving the lonely little one lying on the other side of the bed
heads are spread upon the same pillow
although we live worlds apart
and see this situation and its current stipulations
shouldn't be a cause for confusion
cus the search for a distraction
amongst the mass of sexual attraction
means i shouldn't mind the intrusion
but the heart's got a history of bruising
and its placement on my sleeve and below the shoulder
means it'll probably end up on the floor and just a little bit colder
because somehow it seems that you make the clothes take themselves off
and its not how your eyes flicker at the sight of my thighs
but the way they're deeper than sound
and its not just your smile that i haven't seen in a while
but the way you adorned my head with a fedora like it was a lyrical crown
reminds me that it's not just the things you do at night time that make me
wanna...
keep you around the next morning.
and the flame over the days has flickered but never faltered
perception's changed but affection never altered
and being surrounded by your visions and destiny dertermining decisions
is really all i'd ever need
because the soul inside comes alive when I witness
my boys succeed despite the greed that comes with this existence
so place your passions in the fuel that propels your actions
when you boldly press on me
and squeeze your pretty eyes shut when we commit to lust
cus visual stimulation is the last thing we'd need
because I'm buckling under the weight of this 6 year compressed tension
plysical attacks only a facet of this fatal attraction
and i've always been a fan of self destruction
so practice your art of seduction and instigate the carnal construction
with a touch and trace fingertips along thighs
because the both of us have lives to resume in the morning.

so place pressure on the pads of your fingers and lets
push our lips together and let them linger
because we're both leaving tomorrow...
and every up has it's down so i can deal with the sorrow
as long as you love me right tonight.