Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Subject Of My Subtle Sorrow (lyrics)


I trace the memories with my fingers in the clouds
The faces of your heart, my heart fade to the ground
With your brown crystal bulbs, staring holes in the pavement
You can save it, your tongue-tied nots knitting my noose and
These leftover feelings left inside, burned to a core, a corpse
Where I hoard these past thoughts, that rot to the floor
A valentine, that could never be mine
A somber song, sober at the core, drunk in it's words

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black
These flowers I gave you, you will never give back

Shut off your TV, I can still hear the static
In the racket of our heart beats, you're so melodramatic
You flood to your past, the comfort of the arc
Of a crooked smile, that can break two hearts
There's no comfort in color when it's cold in the 50's
but these autumn leaves have never looked so pretty
In this city of scars and broken hearts so hurt, you
you can't say break up without the breakdown first

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black
These flowers I gave you, you will never give back
No matter how poetic, my tongue still stutters
When I say you and I, I know we could never be lovers

To hell, to hell with what you think
You sell your soul for all those cliques
And click they don't, you're on the brink
of a breakdown, so let's break it down

One more sunrise that our eyes can never offer
Two more hearts, buried in the slaughter
Three more tears drowning memories in the water
Four more weeks, and I still want her

So to hell, to hell with what you think
You sell your soul, to dreams in faded ink
The love you waive, you wave goodbye
So here's to all that could have been, has now died

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black
These flowers I gave you, you will never give back
No matter how poetic, my tongue still stutters
When I say you and I, I know we could never be lovers

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