Saturday, August 8, 2009

Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lies.
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

Wake Up Calls

Dead to the world,
just another passenger asleep.
Not knowing who I was,
not caring about the distance.
Just knowing not knowing
was enough to know.

A call.
Just another waking thought,
suppressed by sleeping minds
not knowing what it means to thirst.
Bought with prices,
hindsight knowing best
as it feels like my heart may burst;
because of You,
because of You
it's all vivid in light
bleeding out shadows.
Because of You
it is,
it's raining
and I can feel.
Because of You,
because of You,
just You.

Morning calls
with light creeping in,
brilliant reds,
paint running thin.
It's like I'm learning to breath
just all over again.
It's kind of funny
how these are just all words,
making such a fuss
and not even knowing,
knowing it's You.

Never knowing just how important
never knowing just how it began
never knowing about me knowing
when all I knew was You to begin with.
I hate panic attacks...well not that anyone actually does like them...
As if I wasn't stressed out enough already...