Everyone's Wearing Your Eyes

No one should read this. It's for everyone and no one all at the same time. It adds nothing. It may take away much. But then again. They're just words. And how much could those ever really say? I give myself too much credit. I presume too much. Everyone will leave this just the same as before. And maybe that's part of the problem.

"The faith you found, I've never felt. The terror held in wedding bells. The comfort in there's no one else. The truth be told, I'm never gonna know."

We have to make the same mistakes again
We have to stop making the mistakes
Falling short of the glory and all that not sinning not since
We want to do it again
It's nothing better, but it's what we have to work with

"Tell me just how dangerous is second best?"

It's the way you like it
The only way you'd have it
Face it
You smile and nod
You lick your lips in satisfaction
You tuck your head into your palms at night and feel a sick sense of bleak satisfaction

"Came as a gift from a good friend that disapproves but understands that you represent and actively encourage all of my worst habits--they all are proof that we're both capable of the most terrible things; don't test me."

We bitch and argue
We beat each other down
We've reinvented what a touch means

"Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises--your love is gonna drown."

The timer started
And I care that I don't want to care about not caring
The god damn timer started
And it's bargaining chips
And stupid, futile prayers
And you don't even know what you're praying for
You're just bitter it could ever happen at all.
And the eternal debate ensues
Between who would give a fuck and who should really bother
It's different, it's the same
It's all always just the same

We make little promises
To ourselves and others
We're sending up prayers to heaven
Whether we want to admit it or not
We're kneeling at the pews
Praying for the sins of our sons and daughters
Before they've even begun
We reach inside our souls and pull the sins out
Set them on the altar and call it an offering
Good little children fall in line on the way out the door
Terrified and desperate

How do we get back into the Garden?
How do we take a step back when we're already leaning off the plank?
How do we keep these little ones from dying?

They smile, they laugh, and they wail (Good God, do they wail)
And all I can think about is how they're going to die
How one day, the earth is going to open up its greedy jaws
And suck them down in one conclusive gulp
And we'll cry, we'll go about our ways

"It's like you can't give up, but you can't go on. And all you can do is just sing along, but it's someone else's melody that's eclipsing the sun in front of me. And I'm wandering through an endless sea of enemies 'til I find myself sitting down. Soon I was a ghost in my own dreams, and I like the way it feels. No matter how far I've wandered, I won't know what is real."