"There's something between us"
"There's nothing beneath us, and there's nothing above"
"Oh I know, but it's just that love may never find a way home"
"Are you knees getting weak, because the things we've seen may never find a way to our hearts"
"When this sky recedes, you'll see the best side of me and the only thing I have left to say is not what you haven't heard a thousand times before"
"I thought I have"
"You had, but be glad I never I had a word with you"
"And I could find a way.. To make you happy"
"Well you're too late, because if there was still fate left in this placid hope of a broken dream I could smile again"
"Isn't this beautiful though, the way everyone's gone and it's almost as if they never existed. and the more I listen to what you say, is the more I'm captivated to feel the same way"

and time and time again I find I'm an iconoclast in this chalkboard rebellion, and I have to ask 'what am I fighting for?'. I don't know how much longer I will last fighting a lost cause that fades away with the coming days. isn't it a shame how emptiness fills our open hands? and maybe I'm the one to blame; but this is fate. this is fate my dear.

"please don't say my name like that.. I'm so afraid you just may be what I want.. but what I want and what I need are two separate things.. and the more I'm with you is the more that line blurs."
"and this is why your voice lures me to hanging myself on everything you say"
"you have such a way with words, and maybe if I hadn't learned the brilliance underneath the sky, then this fire would burn brighter than these stars only we see."
"I found no beauty here. this world's a broken glass and we filled it up halfway with tears. we fought for individualism and fell victim to indolency, and never realized we are but a single entity."
"wed spark a fire in they're eyes if they could see us now. and how wrong they were to think that they would live forever."

and on this sky, I've written the worlds flaws. (our god failed). the sun is a martyr, and we are the hostage. The self-inflicted affliction makes us feel alive. so prey on aesthetics as if it were our god. (our god failed) (were so close to perfection). our dreams of rhetoric are empty analogies, to better color our nihilistic anatomies.

"and for the first time I can safely say dawn.. dawn is but a cancer.."
"well I wish I knew the answer that we've all been seeing"
"and in these walls we'll redefine passion"
"but only if you can show me how to escape the politics of fashion"
"it's but design's rational thought that has brought us here"

Save me....

"aren't we beautiful when were on dancing on destruction?"

Save me from this travesty I call home.

=
"I love you more than you'll ever know."

="Well all I know is that this romance bleeds and burns more everyday"

-"So come dance with me at the end of the world?"

="I wish I could but my legs are broken from someone other than you"

-"..And I'm afraid that I'm the only ambulance that's left"

="And its too late to save me now.'"