Fogging Up a Glass Jar
The shadows are uncovered
When you draw your jeweled sword
Whispering in the dark
Uncloaks faint stabs of regret
Repetitive incident makes me wonder
Pangs of envy and pining penetrate me
Swaddled in the blankets of insecurity
I shudder
I came back
Now bite my knees
Maybe it's love
Devotion is always so blinding
Maybe I'm just bored
Lonliness is always crippling
Maybe I'm just jealous
Of our fair Virgin Mary
Maybe my shock is reflexive
Dreams wound into a string
Maybe it's just too clear,
She severs the rope
With one gentle swipe
I seek the innocent
When I am depraved
Reeking with shamless desire
The hatred's been bred
Minor spelling errors blow your cover
Lies that you wrote to me to make me envious
A gentle warning to a warring stranger
The falling cubes are smashing all the red ants
Oh, but my dear,
We weren't meant to be lovers
Ill prepared and raging mad
Swatting fists into the empty air
Pull me back and save me
For I do not know what I'm doing
Spiraling out of control
A railing has been erected
Sand it down until it's smooth
Give me nothing to grab on to
Maybe I depended on his dependence
I was always so weak
Maybe I needed someone kind
So I could rip him apart
Maybe I wanted something to die for
To make life taste so sweet
Maybe I wanted obedience
It was always supplied
Maybe he's smarter
Wisened up and left me dry
I seek the innocent
When I am depraved
Reeking with shamless desire
The hatred's been bred
Minor spelling errors blow your cover
Lies that you wrote to me to make me envious
A gentle warning to a warring stranger
The falling cubes are smashing all the red ants
Oh, but my dear,
We weren't meant to be lovers
False promises never meant to be kept
Persistently regretful of my language
Lamentations of what was never there
Sporadic love for both parties
The lines are drawn
Pick your side
Pie in my face
Crumbs down my shirt
Your disaster-piece
I'm waiting on your left
I seek the innocent
When I am depraved
Reeking with shamless desire
The hatred's been bred
Minor spelling errors blow your cover
Lies that you wrote to me to make me envious
A gentle warning to a warring stranger
The falling cubes are smashing all the red ants
Oh, but my dear,
We weren't meant to be lovers
Oh, but my dear,
We weren't meant to be lovers
Oh, my darling,
We weren't meant to be lovers