Saturday, January 30, 2010

Complications, Investigations, Frustrations

Complications
And I don’t get your justifications anymore
I’m sorry I’m so thick
But this leads to such confusing ends
And now we’re both so sick
Of these words and the way we’ve been using them

Investigations
Need to be made into the devastation I adore
That much I’ll admit
How I break apart whenever you’re so near
But what makes me sick
Is the thought of you ever not being right here

Frustrations
Come to an end for me and my generation evermore
In simple things like this
Like the way you smile and make me feel so alive
And I wonder what I’ve missed
All those times when I was so about my own little lie

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