Friday, July 22, 2011

Your eyes are so cold underneath
My eyes feel so steep
And I don't want any of it
Any more right now

The leaves are falling to the grass
To the shallow waters of the dirt
To the small people underground
It's all unsound

Tonight
I would have done anything
To not feel
Like I don't feel at all

Because
Because
Because
Of all this damn repetition

And I have nothing
And
And
And

So give me the package
You came to deliver
You came to leave
It all

So give me the feeling
Of not seeing
Of not hearing
Of not getting the whole picture

So give me anything
To show me
I'm not doing this to myself
I'm doing this to myself

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