"it's a hard sensibility, but we'll see it through in time"
Clear out the old,
Throwing it out with the new
The rights and wrongs
Spring cleaning for my love and mind
Would you wash my heart?
And scrub my red hands
As the soap runs pink into the drain,
I'll see your face for the very first time
It means so much to me
More than you'll ever know.
My first girlfriend was a punk rocker
With flowers in his hair.
We held hands in the meadow
And we kissed knee-deep in heather
As the scent of death and leather
Hung heavy in the air.
Some of us are reckless,
And some of us are cursed.
I can't bite through the gold
Of the ring on your finger that you press to my teeth
So I am thinking it must be fake.
Do you think that this is fate?
Someday we will all be ashes.
I stood at the edge of the Earth and I waited,
Trusting she was a man of her word.
And I woke in a cold sweat as the edge of the abyss
Gazed gently back at me with open eyes.
Pebbles fall from the edge of the cliff, kicked off by scuffed shoes
Names written on the side of the sole, then rubbed away
I will take whoever wrote honour and shake them by the shoulders.
My true love had scars like thorned roses all across his shoulders.
A beautiful mosaic, the Mona Lisa of steel monoliths
And melting asphalt in the hot August sun.
As I stare into the broken glass
The glass stares back at me.
And I am thinking I must be him
And he must have been me.
The rose is between my teeth.
Laceration blood runs from the roof of my mouth.
I swallow hard.
Chocolate lollipops, friendship bracelets, Motion City Soundtrack
Candy sunsets, wishful thinking, the tearing of fabric
As teenage regret bleeds out into the river.
They will find its body, come morning,
and then turn blind eyes and try to forget that they ever saw it at all.
Quiet voices late into the early morning, summer camp,
photographs from when you were in the sixth grade.
Dear Diary, my teen dream has a death toll