In between hopes and fears comes the sense of loss feeding on the last fading hopes, then fading into food for fear. Long hours of sleep is the last wealth of the lonely kid, and he's going bankrupt. Though in sun or under rain, the wheels turn as the camera rolls. Yet no emotions filter through, as the hours unfold. A few words, a few looks, excuses and regrets.
Where did you ever get all of this?
Design by joy-discovery-invention
It's not even a question of being yourself anymore, it's knowing what's right in a world of wrong. It's not about getting back up after a slow fall, it's about wondering why you crumbled in the first place. It's not about running away from your mistakes, it's about hoping you'll be someone better than you were. It's not about the times you spent thinking out on the grass, it's about how much time you lost to a life you'll never have. It's not about the friends that fell off the ship, it's about wondering if you'll have the guts to jump right now.
It's not about the fading lights of the evening, it's about hoping tomorrow will bring back the sun.
I could wait for you
Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me pricked?
Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me pricked?
I don't know where we are going now.
A drink for the bad times, and another for the worst. The fast white lady's just a fading bad dream in a reel of death scenes. The snow isn't cold here and it hurts when you fall. There's a old man at the corner, falling asleep on his ripped coat. The kid's last cigarette on a headlight shining bridge. The girl's looking at the stars as the water draws it out. The old friend won't wait this time, and he's falling apart. Then the violins play as Cassie takes the pills. The old man's just got colder, and the note paper scatters out of his hand. The kid tries to struggle out of the weights, as the cigarette burns down on the railing. The girl slowly shuts her eyes and waits for the pain that never comes.
And I'll wait here, hoping Angie will pull my plug, hoping Carrie will pull the trigger, hoping that Charlie will pull me out of the water, hoping Lady Caine helps you sleep a little more than you should.
Throwing all of my bullets away.