Post by Ramona on Mar 27, 2005 20:19:54 GMT -8
"Lovers Of The Same Addiction"
Echoing off the pale white walls
Is the same old sad song
Spread across our battered floor
Is who we used to be.
Pictures play in black and white
Because you try and forget the memories
To play pretend
And make us never exist.
You live far off in New York City
Behind your corporate desk covered in papers,
Invoices that were due last Tuesday
Proposals that were due last March
Coffee rings stain next to your computer
Because you still can’t wake up
You’re dreaming reality.
You come home after two in the morning
After making a stop down at Mannie’s
So you can forget about today
And drown yourself in every yesterday you can remember
Then you stumble through the darkness of your apartment
Looking for the light
That’s been in the same place for seven years
But familiarity isn’t so familiar.
Lying in bed, you stare at the moonlight
Peeking through your curtains
Wondering about what might have been
Thinking about what could be
And you cry because nobody’s watching
And no one can see that you aren’t who you thought you were.
When you finish making rivers
That run into streams
You turn off the nightstand light and roll onto your side
To stare at my picture
That is sitting in a black frame I gave to you
And you close your eyes and say a simple prayer
And whisper “Rest in peace”.
Echoing off the pale white walls are your apologies
Spread across our battered floor is bottles of your disease
The pictures are coming out because you can’t forget what we were
You can’t seem to disregard who we were
Lovers of the same addiction.
by behindTHEmask
Echoing off the pale white walls
Is the same old sad song
Spread across our battered floor
Is who we used to be.
Pictures play in black and white
Because you try and forget the memories
To play pretend
And make us never exist.
You live far off in New York City
Behind your corporate desk covered in papers,
Invoices that were due last Tuesday
Proposals that were due last March
Coffee rings stain next to your computer
Because you still can’t wake up
You’re dreaming reality.
You come home after two in the morning
After making a stop down at Mannie’s
So you can forget about today
And drown yourself in every yesterday you can remember
Then you stumble through the darkness of your apartment
Looking for the light
That’s been in the same place for seven years
But familiarity isn’t so familiar.
Lying in bed, you stare at the moonlight
Peeking through your curtains
Wondering about what might have been
Thinking about what could be
And you cry because nobody’s watching
And no one can see that you aren’t who you thought you were.
When you finish making rivers
That run into streams
You turn off the nightstand light and roll onto your side
To stare at my picture
That is sitting in a black frame I gave to you
And you close your eyes and say a simple prayer
And whisper “Rest in peace”.
Echoing off the pale white walls are your apologies
Spread across our battered floor is bottles of your disease
The pictures are coming out because you can’t forget what we were
You can’t seem to disregard who we were
Lovers of the same addiction.
by behindTHEmask
