i saw this same contrived scene
on a motionless television screen
this story's played out until the end
till we all stand motionless
until we find this climatic moment is an epilogue of static..

sitting on this corner
you held these words between your tounge and teeth

we sing in conversations
we bleed like marytrs
we fade like the sun
ill see you when the light hits the trees
or when were ready for something better
but my dear, its only 3 months to december and im already trembling away the night.


and after every letter
after every note
i still see the stains and the smell of cigarette smoke.
so break my legs, ive already felt the bending.
but its too late
its all contrived
you survived in this storybook ending

but heres a alternate end
were you saved me and then
you bled yourself to death

this moments frozen
the dialogue ambience
a melody and a maelstrom
anre better than silence.
this summer's a photo album and im not ready for fall.
it sounds so perfect, text hearts, and telephone calls.
i chose miles instead of minutes
picked a destination
and found denial within it.
its all in the way you want someone else through my eyes.


and its a story
its all so contrived
its played out till the end
till were all motionless
and every time it moves your eye catches her hand
moving straight to yours-
truly i do not conspire
but if im a conformist than your a liar
and you can say this just as sincerely-
yours was the one i hold so dearly
I never said I saw so clearly
as when I saw my reflection of his face in your eyes.
you say 'i want.. i love.."
im not going to be the one you lose this time
well i just dont wanna be the one you lose this time.