TigerLily
August 26th, 2009, 09:36 PM
There’s something about a quarter to four,
That takes away the pain, takes away the joy,
Strips all emotion bare ‘til there’s nothing more,
The perfect solace for a heart destroyed.
I don’t get all that much sleep these days,
Can’t say I’m too bothered either way,
As the window before me captures my gaze,
I’m watching, waiting for that pre-sunrise haze…
All through the day I wear my masquerade,
For myself or those around me, I’m not quite sure,
But the night draws in and the façade starts to fade,
As the dry tears start to fall and the clock strikes four.
With the cold air surrounding me I’m anaesthetised,
I can’t feel that pain I know is lingering inside,
I told you I was fine but, darling, I lied,
Because honey, those nights, I cried, I cried…
I didn’t see the lightning, but I sure felt the shock,
I never got the diagnosis, but it sure hurt like hell,
I don’t know anything at all; maybe it’s just my luck,
I don’t know how far I must fall; maybe it’s just as well.
While they were sleeping, I walked up to the rooftop,
Before me a glistening sea and one hell of a drop,
I was never going to jump, not that over-the-top,
But, damn, I sure wanted everything to stop…
There’s something about a quarter to five,
That brings back all the pain, but none of the joy,
Dead enough not to care that you’re even alive,
The perfect signature of a spirit destroyed.
That takes away the pain, takes away the joy,
Strips all emotion bare ‘til there’s nothing more,
The perfect solace for a heart destroyed.
I don’t get all that much sleep these days,
Can’t say I’m too bothered either way,
As the window before me captures my gaze,
I’m watching, waiting for that pre-sunrise haze…
All through the day I wear my masquerade,
For myself or those around me, I’m not quite sure,
But the night draws in and the façade starts to fade,
As the dry tears start to fall and the clock strikes four.
With the cold air surrounding me I’m anaesthetised,
I can’t feel that pain I know is lingering inside,
I told you I was fine but, darling, I lied,
Because honey, those nights, I cried, I cried…
I didn’t see the lightning, but I sure felt the shock,
I never got the diagnosis, but it sure hurt like hell,
I don’t know anything at all; maybe it’s just my luck,
I don’t know how far I must fall; maybe it’s just as well.
While they were sleeping, I walked up to the rooftop,
Before me a glistening sea and one hell of a drop,
I was never going to jump, not that over-the-top,
But, damn, I sure wanted everything to stop…
There’s something about a quarter to five,
That brings back all the pain, but none of the joy,
Dead enough not to care that you’re even alive,
The perfect signature of a spirit destroyed.