- Sage Francis Pitchers of Silence 歌詞
- Sage Francis
- i never held a funeral for that big part of me that died. i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind. i need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in. need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin. needless to say, i couldnt hide. fifteen grown men shouldnt cry. had i known then what i know now. had i thought now what i knew then... i might still be human with all the little stupid fix-ins. as i fix sins and vixens vick souls, stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles. nail me to the cross dress. the holy cloth costs less. id toss less if i still had your soft breasts to rest my head on. since youve been gone, i recalled my issues with problems and hate but i cant exactly remember the model or make. now glass bottles break in my death grip. im about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip. my beds stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets, but i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep. i had my highs and lows. when on top, i let you peek out over my nose. sitting on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone, you might still be here. my skin is filthy... from my lows when you werent there. but to keep from feeling guilty, i collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up. now mr. feel nothing saves his tears inside of a cup and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that hes an asshole. jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul. my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping. im a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal monsters sing. im sitting in a strangers tub... with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love. they get half of what i have to give...if that. its all about the packaging. theyre distracted by the gift rap. predictable. easy to manipulate. theyre foreshadow puppets and im waiting for their strings to break. the pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out. im in my last days now. theres a change coming soon. i just want to crawl back into my mothers womb. i need a comfort zone, but obviously i need to find another home to call my own. ..and always return to and i want it to be you (i want it to be you). i sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep, creating memories to remember and then i forget to eat. went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home with puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone. id settle for one more goodbye kiss while i settle for less. im unsettled at best. sulking while abandoning settlements. insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk. practicing mind games. rehearsing with playful thought. its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold, when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road. it left me so messy, forget me...not. ive got more mud to sling... shot. 'through the heart, and your to blame, you give love a bad name.'
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