(1+1)o=0
As in a dream, the weatherman calls for rain and I sit back and settle in
waiting for the isolated, dizzying melancholy to begin and cloud my day
tracing the curving of your skin with the fingertips of my minds eye
tasting the salty sweetness of the residue of your soft lips against mine
right before I hit the wall-face first, dragging my brow against the brick
You speak in riddles and cryptic codes and still expect me to know you
twisting the silence of my words in your mouth till they're legally your own
you wear sarcastic shrapnel like a suit of armor and point the finger at me
as if I'm the only one wielding the knife lodged in this place set for two
that feels more like (1+1)o =0 and I don't want to be alone in this world...
Without your silhouette to sing to sleep when I'm tired and the world is hungry
but I don't want to stand alone in the shell of us that you've named a question
I'm calling your bluff because I can't stand alone when I am standing beside you
you think I am weak and I know you are wrong but I cannot seem to prove it.
I have tried to talk, tried talking to you and you listen but you do not hear me
You say that you're tired and terrified and I can't recall requesting so much
but maybe if I had you wouldn't be running, clawing, silently stalking away,
using up what little faith I've got left to try, for anything here between us
I'm falling faster and I can see the ants in the cracks in the sidewalk
I can hear my own heart beating telling me that this time it's gonna
Bleed,
pour from my wounds like tar that smells up the summer with darkness.
As in a dream, the weatherman calls for rain and I sit back and settle in
waiting for the isolated, dizzying melancholy to begin and cloud my day
tracing the curving of your skin with the fingertips of my minds eye
tasting the salty sweetness of the residue of your soft lips against mine
right before I hit the wall-face first, dragging my brow against the brick
You speak in riddles and cryptic codes and still expect me to know you
twisting the silence of my words in your mouth till they're legally your own
you wear sarcastic shrapnel like a suit of armor and point the finger at me
as if I'm the only one wielding the knife lodged in this place set for two
that feels more like (1+1)o =0 and I don't want to be alone in this world...
Without your silhouette to sing to sleep when I'm tired and the world is hungry
but I don't want to stand alone in the shell of us that you've named a question
I'm calling your bluff because I can't stand alone when I am standing beside you
you think I am weak and I know you are wrong but I cannot seem to prove it.
I have tried to talk, tried talking to you and you listen but you do not hear me
You say that you're tired and terrified and I can't recall requesting so much
but maybe if I had you wouldn't be running, clawing, silently stalking away,
using up what little faith I've got left to try, for anything here between us
I'm falling faster and I can see the ants in the cracks in the sidewalk
I can hear my own heart beating telling me that this time it's gonna
Bleed,
pour from my wounds like tar that smells up the summer with darkness.
