A broken chain, bits of burnished brass in a pocket,
Words cut like knives when we trade blame
And love is a faded photograph in a locket--
faces we can no longer name:
Our hard times have exploded like rockets
Broken, with no money and less fame...
Without knowing why or what caused it we have
grown with this disregard that cannot be tamed
We are not shocked anymore.
We only want someone to rock our world
Clear our schedules for the party girl
Were we made for this?
Were we born to not resist?
Were we meant to choose over truth
A dare to be kissed?
In the depths of the ocean they say nothing can exist.
But we want more than life; we want proof.
Before she slaps you grab her wrist,
And all we have to show for everything is nothing...
Nothing cools like the darkness of the ocean floor
Nothing much seems like dreams anymore.
7.12.2010
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