Potential lyrics. Unsure where to go from here.
Oh, someday, somebody's gunna say
'I love the taste of your chapstick,
the smell of your hair,
the sounds you make when you're sleeping,
those jeans that you wear.
Baby, don't you know that you're the answer to my prayer?
And, oh, how it rains, when you're not there.'
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Head First
I want you to fight for me, baby.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Too many have left me wounded.
Too many have let me down.
I can't walk down that road again,
so, forgive me, if I don't stick around.
If I leave, you'll have dodged a bullet.
If I leave, you will be free-
free of pain, free of fear, free or everything-
everything that comes with me.
But, I want you to fight for me, baby.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Say you'll catch me, when I'm falling.
You'll find me, when I lose my way.
You'll wake me from the nightmares,
and you'll chase the ghosts away.
I want you to fight for me, baby.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Too many have left me wounded.
Too many have let me down.
I can't walk down that road again,
so, forgive me, if I don't stick around.
If I leave, you'll have dodged a bullet.
If I leave, you will be free-
free of pain, free of fear, free or everything-
everything that comes with me.
But, I want you to fight for me, baby.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Say you'll catch me, when I'm falling.
You'll find me, when I lose my way.
You'll wake me from the nightmares,
and you'll chase the ghosts away.
I want you to fight for me, baby.
Throw me, head first, into love.
Take my hand, and lead me.
Make this something I'm sure of.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Fading Memory
At a standstill, with this one. Not getting what I wanted, out of it. Aesthetically pleasing, but not in the way I wanted. Meaning is weaker than intended.
breathe in
feel me all around you
ache for me. hurt for the warmth
of my breath in your ear, the thrill of my hair
tickling your neck, the pounding
of my heart against
your chest
breathe
hold me there
hold me as long as you can
keep me when the worn and weathered
hands of time have woven their weary fingers into
the stitchings sewn between us and unraveled
the threads that have held us
together for so long
breathe
remember me
when i no longer
see the gentle curves of your
menacingly sweet smile, reaching up
to your cheeks and ears, coloring them with glowing warmth
and deepening the lines of regret that have settled
into your brow. remember me, even after
we have become nothing but
familiar strangers
breathe me in.
breathe in
feel me all around you
ache for me. hurt for the warmth
of my breath in your ear, the thrill of my hair
tickling your neck, the pounding
of my heart against
your chest
breathe
hold me there
hold me as long as you can
keep me when the worn and weathered
hands of time have woven their weary fingers into
the stitchings sewn between us and unraveled
the threads that have held us
together for so long
breathe
remember me
when i no longer
see the gentle curves of your
menacingly sweet smile, reaching up
to your cheeks and ears, coloring them with glowing warmth
and deepening the lines of regret that have settled
into your brow. remember me, even after
we have become nothing but
familiar strangers
breathe me in.
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