Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Mums for Sale

I took my first steps/ around the same time you spoke your first words/ We made our progress/ hand in hand/ Out on those dark nights/ you wouldn't try to go home, you'd just come over/ Between the sheets/ safe as can be/ until the morning after/ but that was when I knew your name/ back when I savored every vow/ That was then and this is now/ so we turned it around/ Now my head starts spinning/ my ears keep bleeding every time I try to listen to the bullshit from your mouth/ That was when I knew your name/ Behind the front door/ lied a sturdy composition to the mess we made/ It stained the floor/ but you would clean it up with a smile on your face/ We'd make a game/ out of every fault and mistake we embraced/ So long as it was ours/ not a single wretched memory would ever be replaced/ but that was when I knew your name/ back when I savored every vow/ That was then and this is now/ so we turned it around/ Now my head starts spinning/ my ears keep bleeding every time I try to listen to the bullshit from your mouth/ That was when I knew your name/ My empty laundry baskets are caskets for the frames/ that shield in every smile that I was ever forced to make/ Presently when I smile/ I am merely forced to fake it/ and wear it to my grave/ Now you never had a name/ for my memory is dry/ Every face just looks the same/ and I'll never know why/ my heart stopped beating/ my ears keep pleading every time I try to listen to a familiar sound/ At least I hurt when you're around/ Now my feelings can't be found

- afm

2 comments:

ALC said...

"flores para los muertos"

also. i hear "back when you knew my name"

caskets for the frames?!?!

maybe your feelings are in their vomit. or your ear blood.

hayley said...
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