Archive for January 2008
Looks Like Gold
How do you put a face on love?
Don’t lie. We all do it.
We can’t live if our mustard isn’t as yellow as sunflowers
or if our bread isn’t as white as snow.
Why is it so natural to want something so pretty yet reject all that is ugly?
But of course, beauty is different to all of us.
But almost all of us hate the thought of ugly in our lives.
Well, you’re beautiful. All of you.
Just for being who you are.
That’s beautiful and that’s love.
Don’t put a face on it.
There’s no such thing.
Caught in my lie you smiled so innocently.
And I was so condescending.
So rude. So vile.
All just to get a frown out of you.
Just to feel better about mine.
And what did you do to deserve my dirty mouth and hands?
A couple of touches by a couple filthy pair of lips is how it started. That’s all you were guilty of. Nothing.
Well, it takes two.
I was caught red handed.
And I took my punishment.
In shame. Red faced was I.
But you said it was okay. And I followed you. I believed you.
For only a second. I lashed out. I fought. I screamed. I was a fool. A child. A loser.
I pushed and pulled and hit and cried.
I was the maker of nightmares. Made in a factory of love.
And you were a witness in the way. A friend to a sad soul.
I was there. I was. Just not as much as you had thought.
You did nothing wrong.
An angel you were. In the hands of a devil.
On This Cold and Windy Night.
Sit in your car.
The windows up and the engine running.
Scratch your ticket of chance and fortune.
Did you win anything?
And the other.
Stand on the street corner,
on this cold and windy night.
Put your few dimes and nickels in the slot and pick up the phone to dial.
Where are you going tonight?
Where did it all go so wrong?
He tells you you’re beautiful but you think you’re ugly.
It’s because he hasn’t looked you in the eye in 10 years.
Those eyes.
The one’s that sob because you simply didn’t get what you wanted.
Life never worked out exactly how you had expected.
Well, I hope it gets better. I do.
So you, on the corner, make your walk back to the bus station.
And you, in the car, turn the key in your ignition.
Oh, how I wish you wouldn’t cry, on this cold and windy night.
Thank you.
And you were the one I grabbed
as the floor gave way in this room full of people.
And did you let go? You never let go.
You pulled me up.
And as the chaos simmered, as the smoke cleared,
I can see that everyone is still down.
They’re not moving.
Except for you.
You still have that smirk on your face.
And somehow I know exactly what you’re thinking.
“What’s with the over dramatics and the tears?”
Life’s for laughing.
And so I helped you up.
And we looked at the fallen and laughed.
Because with you I just laugh. And that’s okay.
It’s always okay.
When no one gave me a second glance you gave me a smile,
your ears,
your hands.
I loved you. I did.
As you sleep tonight,
I am sorry for the grief I put you through.
The unfortunate victim behind a lie and a touch of lips.
I only did what I thought was right only to come up empty handed.
I can do the “I never meant to…”
And it sounds nice but I won’t, because I meant to.
I never faked a smile.
I never faked a laugh.
I always spoke sincere.
But I was far away. My heart with you, but for someone else.
And for that I speak to you my remorse.
Never did I lie.
I slept silently, comfortable in the house you made for me.
To this day and for all of the rest of them I will keep praise of you.
I’m always quick to defend.
There’s no way you will ever know how much you changed me and in that respect I thank you for it. Life wouldn’t be the same.
You were too selfless as I was too selfish.
I loved you. I did.
On A Foggy, Stormed Beach
The sun rises behind me,
just enough to make out your words.
Because I must read lips,
As I cannot hear you.
But my eyes are too heavy to see.
I’ve been up all night.
Yell! Yell! You are too far away.
I couldn’t tell you yesterday,
that I would be standing here today.
Standing like this.
Man, I didn’t see it. I’m lost.
As you walk away to find yourself,
I become stranded, while I find the truth in life.
But what I find is the evil and I hope it’s a lie.
I look for the good and I must imply,
There’s something dangerous lurking tonight.
Irony.
Tonight! Tonight, the most beautiful night.
Is there anyone out there? Does anyone see what I see?
Show me your face. Take off the disguise.
Touch me with love. Don’t touch me with lies.
“Are you cool with just tonight?”
And how could I not be sorry?
I let you pass in front of me.
You went straight and I took a sharp left.
I almost flipped.
I never called you to tell you where I was headed or why.
I drove so far that I couldn’t turn back, as if my wheel was stuck or like I didn’t know my way back.
Well, I did.
But sometimes you pass the point of no return
Or at least you think you do.
When I turned I saw bright lights up ahead.
They were so shiny. It was so pretty.
You just kept driving.
Always stopping and asking for directions but your eye never left the mirror.
Well, let me tell you.
When I finally got arrived the lights turned off.
All of a sudden I couldn’t see anything.
There really wasn’t much to see.
It wasn’t so pretty without the colors and life.
And what sucks is that it took me so long to get there.
I did pick up a lot on the way though.
I saw so many different things. Tried everything they thought I wanted.
Things that were definitely not on our route.
So am I sorry I made that left?
How could I not be sorry?
Well, I’m on my way back to meet you now.
I don’t know how you’re gonna take it.
Or how we will.
I’m back where I made my left.
And I’m turning back towards you and I’m going as fast as I can.
It’s such a pretty route. It’s just different. You can’t speed by here.
I know when I get there though you’ll stop to say, “Hello.”
With open arms and a kiss… you are too quick to forgive.
And in light of my mistakes, you touch my dirty mouth.
And, well, yes at times I don’t think we should be doing this.
Come to bed, love, give me your lips.
Trophy Wife
Sweetie, let’s be honest.
You were just a pretty face
with lips I could taste
and paralyzing eyes.
But you were nothing but a facade
with a sign on the front that read
“Come here. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more than what she could.”
How can I say you’re so bad though?
I fell for it. I fell for it.
The little trap you set to catch something so big, bigger than you.
You played your part convincingly.
You played it very well.
After all, we are nothing more than players on a big stage.
Such an elaborate production.
“Lies and Lust,” they called it
And you played the trophy wife.
Anything I wanted. The guts to back that up.
But it’s funny how art mimicks life.
To anyone who’ll listen, trust me, on paper, there’s nothing more you could ask for.
But this is life. There’s so much more.