September 14, 2014

  • "We Don't Eat"

    "Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
    We'd just be running down
    The same old lines, the same old stories of
    Breathless trains and, worn down glories
    Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own" - James Vincent Mcmorris

    Day Old Hate by City and Colour
    So let's face it this was never what you wanted
    But I know it's fun to pretend
    Now blank stares and empty threats
    Are all I have, they're all I have.

    So drown me and if you can
    Or we could just have conversation.
    And I fall, I fall, I falter
    But I'll find you before I drift away

    Now you still speak of day old hate
    Though your whole world has gone up into flames
    And isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing
    And how safe it is to feel safe.

    So drown me and if you can
    Or we could just have conversation.
    And I fall, I fall, I falter
    But I'll find you before I drift away

    The things we do just to stay alive
    The things we do just to stay alive
    The things we do just to stay alive
    The things we do just to keep ourselves alive.

    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Getting high in the shower
    just to hide my darkest vice
    underneath trees that bear sour fruit
    in the brutal heat of Arizona sunshine
    which melts my heroin into a glob
    black tar tragedy to be scraped and diluted
    in water that always runs right down
    like the tears, I sat so still
    you made pizza and I sat weeping
    silently, for every night is a minefield
    every action is a slight

    I just can't fucking do this to myself any more.