radio-love

Broken record morals old advice on repeat glances fleet, eyes shift, show me how these clouds will lift. Discontent, I'm hell bent, i'll perservere, Is that fear? In your hysterical laughter. In your barely-whispered tones. I'm hell bent; I'm spent.

Little wooden skittles. Raindrops on panes Never meant to last Not at all. Sun song, mute sound, sounds like an atmosphere. Sounds like a drama. Mist hung on hooks for coats, Beetles in the grass. Sounds like Sounds like this was never, never meant to last, Never meant to last at all.

. I could tell you that I don't want to talk, And twist a lyric to fit the ridges of my life. Words like clay, Mould them while you can. I'm gonna turn up my music real loud. I'm gonna tell them all to go out to wherever they go, And dance it all into the ground. I want to go find someone that I can misbehave with; Someone that can make my eyes shine And my soul burns, And my feet tap And my heart beats And my mind races, And my voice cracks into a scream, And prop my mouth into a half-smile with match sticks, And light a glow in me that I once knew. I want to find romance like in a movie, I want to go out dancing,

Ring Ring,                              Telephone, Gnaw my Soul          Down to the bone. Tick, Tock,               Bang, Bang, Tie me up,           And watch me hang. Knock, Knock,                     On my mind's door,                                     I   l i e   s m i l i n g   o n   t h e  f l o o r .