Screen through Cubism Dreams

 

 

 

She stayed as I relayed my fun, for no one, left needing light

Every time my eyes crossed past your sight

Dancing in the kitchen, Clyde, glide past our mission

wishing for home, alone, but never less than in love

 

You screen through cubism dreams

the most beautiful squares I've ever seen

I make you ill, I make you sick

Could you even imagine a kiss

I smoke, how differently  

I spoke now differently

I did it for you

I did it for me

I'm just a copy

Never resurrected

always buried in my own mire

I require everything

I need anything

but only one am I truly missing

so much so, that I'm singing

Baying at the moon, like a loon

I twist notes, offending goats

They know. Who doesn't feel that gut wrenching yearn

stomach turning with guilt, milk spilt

I'm past crying over it. I'm not over it,

I regret making bets. I've since met my maker.

Any takers? None so foolish with wishes to time travel

life unravelled, only eating gravel would taste better than this

 

In a last second twist, the plot they all missed

Sunset boulevard charred my nightmares, scars

John Cusack's speakers raised high, replace the face

For every time I need you is a time I need space

Grace to take it slow, but then you'll never know

So I reach out in whispers, secret love I bury deep

If only hearts beat straight, then I keep the peace

In any case, convict me, arrest, police

I don't know any different, since then.

 

I'm just a copy

Never resurrected

always buried in my own mire

I require everything

I need anything