SUCCESSOR
03-19-2003, 02:45 AM
Maybe not the lucky few
but still in small ways lucky too.
through the quarrelous feud
living on my lovely, dirty pew.
We're nothing new.
Still I pine of romance
that picture perfect world of those
belly laughs and gestures
Marking our made in heaven match "I do"
Maybe still so untrue.
Still shaking off
these first glimpse delicate whims
of hopeful life of giving in
But move on to pretend we want to live it again
Every now and then
Sometimes I wonder
If theres supposed to be something
In you eyes
Sometimes I ponder
If I'll ever really know the meaning
of "love life"
The darkest greys I nightly face
I seek escape in your comfortable face
It rest there in my memory
Beautiful, beautiful
My demons haunt my blaring wants
You never say what I think or want
Your too strong for me to face
Beautiful, beautiful
Sometimes I think I'm the perfect romantic
Sometimes I think I'm an ignorant jerk
I sometimes wish I were a stoic
I've promised you too many times
That I'd overcome myself
So many hindrences to bring me down
But I've promised you myself
...
I wanna run away from it all
Before the fall
The fall away from you
I wanna run away from it all
To the call
To the call of you
Beautiful, beautiful
::to my one and only. Still a rough draft but I'm sure it all makes sense. I rather sure I'm not speaking out of my ass but I won't know time a read through at more awake times.
but still in small ways lucky too.
through the quarrelous feud
living on my lovely, dirty pew.
We're nothing new.
Still I pine of romance
that picture perfect world of those
belly laughs and gestures
Marking our made in heaven match "I do"
Maybe still so untrue.
Still shaking off
these first glimpse delicate whims
of hopeful life of giving in
But move on to pretend we want to live it again
Every now and then
Sometimes I wonder
If theres supposed to be something
In you eyes
Sometimes I ponder
If I'll ever really know the meaning
of "love life"
The darkest greys I nightly face
I seek escape in your comfortable face
It rest there in my memory
Beautiful, beautiful
My demons haunt my blaring wants
You never say what I think or want
Your too strong for me to face
Beautiful, beautiful
Sometimes I think I'm the perfect romantic
Sometimes I think I'm an ignorant jerk
I sometimes wish I were a stoic
I've promised you too many times
That I'd overcome myself
So many hindrences to bring me down
But I've promised you myself
...
I wanna run away from it all
Before the fall
The fall away from you
I wanna run away from it all
To the call
To the call of you
Beautiful, beautiful
::to my one and only. Still a rough draft but I'm sure it all makes sense. I rather sure I'm not speaking out of my ass but I won't know time a read through at more awake times.