Paper Skin and Sinking In

You said "I'm calling you from a pay phone in my own personal outback. It's all sunflowers and grass as tall as the sky. If you'd like I could cut my skin and let happiness pour past your teeth and down your throat." What it takes to be happy, I don't know. I just know I'm really good at faking it. I'd be content with being content. I feel suffocated by summer skies and choking skin, French kiss my memories, cause the currents will not do. I can take rejection from you but not from my own self. To adore is to be weak, so let me apply my lies over my eyelids and graze your mascara-ridden eyelashes, like crumbs dropping to the ground to be stepped on, spat on and crushed into nothing, forgotten within the second, though to be forgotten means you would have to have been remembered to start off with. If that's the case, then I beg that you forget me.

A Finale Turned Opener

"The mountains we climb and the looks we endure it's a wonder we survive. But we awake everyday so callous and hungry and live just to work (work to live). Our skin, it bleeds, for we have forgotten what it is to feel. But tonight we look to the sky and sing an opera for the seasons and a song to touch the soul."

Undressed

You're trapped in photographs and video tapes I used to make back when we were young, I'd capture the moments of us just sitting together. I put in the one when we went swimming and I'll look at the one where we're stuck kissing, yeah. I told you I'd buy you anything, and today that still rings true. I'd buy you flowers so soft and white, I hear that you like daises, well hell, now I do too. I'd pay any price you'd say just to see your smile. Those teeth that gleam and flash! ...it's frozen in time. Undressed is my heart so naked and bare, and it's yours for the taking. You've took it before and given it back in a package marked "return to sender". There's word over town that you feel broken, well honey, I have the glue to fix the pieces... so shattered and tangled you softly cry for help and no one hears it but me. You may have walked away, but love, I'm walking towards you. You may have walked away, but dear, won't you walk back my way?