burntwaffle (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} burntwaffle) wrote,@ 2004-08-29 23:40:00 |
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The noise
The buzz
The crickets
the hum
Its all
One piece
Off everything
I see
The waves
They crash
My life’s in ashes
But what parts do you see?
My glasses
Are off
My eyes are blind
The words you see
Are all from
My mind
The tears
The joy
The life
The death
All I can say is “I don’t know”
I sit here and look at the clouds
Drifting over my head outside
Blurry and black and white
I feel a breeze on my shoulder
Its cold
And all I do is sigh
The air
Feels nice
I feel
at home
Its hard
To believe
That I’m all alone
I look
out the window
And wait
for you
But waiting isn’t good enough
I learn
The breeze feels nice
As the crickets carry on
I listen
To their words
And I laugh
Because the crickets are right.
The buzz
The crickets
the hum
Its all
One piece
Off everything
I see
The waves
They crash
My life’s in ashes
But what parts do you see?
My glasses
Are off
My eyes are blind
The words you see
Are all from
My mind
The tears
The joy
The life
The death
All I can say is “I don’t know”
I sit here and look at the clouds
Drifting over my head outside
Blurry and black and white
I feel a breeze on my shoulder
Its cold
And all I do is sigh
The air
Feels nice
I feel
at home
Its hard
To believe
That I’m all alone
I look
out the window
And wait
for you
But waiting isn’t good enough
I learn
The breeze feels nice
As the crickets carry on
I listen
To their words
And I laugh
Because the crickets are right.
