I want your perfect posture

So it seems I have forgotten about blogspot. Well, I'm just going to have to start updating more huh? I'll be around soon kiddos.

I'm Sleeping Well

We longed for the day we could set sail and venture off together. That day seemed so long ago and I'm crying now. We don't have that day any more. You've found another. I've turned my back on the trust I would have given you and you have no clue. I have no faith in any one any more. You've broken up my run. It was perfect.

I still trip up. Waiting for you to realize it's not the same any more. I can't talk to you without feeling some sort of hate. Some sort of emotion of anger towards you and what you did to me. I still long for the day we could go away and be free. That's just me now. I'll be free. I lived and you didn't. I will free up the ties I had. I'm already on the road.

I've found a new person to look forward too. I know you've lied and I can hardly believe him. He gives me something you never gave me. I have a hope now you can't shatter. It's a profound thing, I know. You've shattered me far worse than any one else. Your words have no meaning any more. They've left a bad taste in my lungs from when I breathed them in.

I can feel it now as I drive down this old highway. My freedom washes out your taste in my mouth and I can no longer feel you. It's something I've been waiting for. My heart beats fine now. The rhythm is steady and I can count on it to get me by. I'm not hungry for what you used to tell me. Feeding me the lies like chocolate. Silky and smooth as they run down my throat.

I have no faith in you and you're soon to be forgotten. Your voice and eyes have left my memory and I can sleep better at night. I'm no longer haunted on this road. I can travel just fine.

The Sound Of Keyboards Breaking

Normal has never been your thing,
you can't say you're perfect,
pounding out harmonies to a drumming beat,
you can't keep up as the keyboards shatter,
you just sit there in your misery.

Sounds escape from your throat,
they're not your own,
tracks play in the back of your mind,
you can't keep in time with the pace,
you find yourself slipping.

Every verse you write,
seems to be a story from your book,
the riffs match your crying,
the hooks smile your best smiles,
it seems you can't keep up though with those breaking keyboards.