I got used to seein' you around,
when you used to sing in the depths of the radio static,
against all-waves will, this lyric will be heard.
So it's a little less profound than you though it'd been,
drunk as sin on the familiar couch.
We're watching like a film-class requirement, images moving
but blocking out the sound. And if you listen for a heart beating,
then when you're wakin' up,
I won't be found.

She sang so sweetly, what might've been a singin' telegram long ago, now she's weepin' with her words leakin' all over my pillow. Like nothing no one's ever heard before, a sobbing score to the film we directed with our fingertips, pushing aside the disinterested and forth we go from the belts that hold us to the promises we made never meaning to keep.
      It's kept, his hair, his beard... his teeth. She reminds him even when he's asleep, and he listens through the dreams of other women touching his tongue. Like a lightening bolt, it struck him that we didn't have to be here. But even when the path's been cleared and cleaned and cooled, ain't nothin' but heat we're firein' back to each remark pulled out of a hat full of sad assumptions and lacking depths - like a photo opportunity missed, he struck a chord of remembrance that - oh, she didn't wanna feel.
      And even though we reached the hospital, this ain't gonna heal. Now, I never planned a death of mine I didn't wanna die for. And it never ever existed in this fog of grated wandering-woes. Scars map the history of a person's deepest regrets, and thanks to all you've taught me, now I know when not to be placin' my bets. If she ain't winnin', he ain't stayin'.

       And he ain't stayin' long.

We can be so touchy when it comes to whips of tongues, sharp points spoken or demanding stares. It's never hard to break down, but breaking up is like murder, pulling the pieces so well-adjusted with no justice - apart from one another, like an unstoppable force of nature. And there's no blood, 'cause the heart's been stopped since the conversation died.
     I can be so sensitive when it comes to memories, especially the ones you chase, forever fading into the clouds of hopes and figments long let-go of in the wake of greater concepts. Never considered myself to be a creator, but I made the world form as my eyes see fit. Still, traveling through invisible boundaries where most soldiers often quit. Sometimes, safety is the biggest risk - which is what you mean when you said "come to me still, I won't be tellin' " next day comes, and everyone's yellin'
      'bout what they've been seein' when the television wasn't enough.


Any way ya walk, you'll be walkin' away.
Any way you breathe, you'll be breathin' to stay.
Any way you wander, you'll still wonder why.
And you never did know how much I cried.