Mine are the pearls in the dumpster Mine are the pears, mine alone Mine are the swings at the courts and the wheels And the laughter of children I cannot let go
Hunger of all vivid minds I’m 8 years old again Still the caterpillar glides Upon leaves of restrainment
But autumn came at last
Painted mimes will weep no more For words had found their ways And certain truth will come and proof And prove your wrongs but all in vain
They stood above him laughing Proud and solid as the heel of a whore Wretched eels of the school yard For whom the unlimited future smiles with a wink The kind that David had sent to Uriah The kind that God had doomed upon Judas Whispering “some things never change”
Faded anatomy Of the cell of the family At Sale on the enemy’s Colossal grounds
I suck on false remedies I waste myself endlessly I lack all that I had to give
You must have yawned away the rats But deep in your maze They bite at your cores
I tried to say I’m sorry At least a hundred times or more At last I realized There’s nothing to be sorry for
I forever walk in circles Like shark attack Where there’s no water Or a will to be saved From my own duality
Mine are the pearls in the dumpster Mine are the pears, mine alone Mine are the swings at the courts and the wheels And the laughter of children I wish not to know
Mocking past will clutch me Raise its glass and crash me Cheering for the good old days
Captured my honesty Your lies had been real to me For all that I see There’s no respect left
My slumberless symphony My hours were meant to be Only for me They’ll never be back
I sucked on false remedies I waste it all aimlessly I thought there is a reason Though there’s no reason I sucked on false remedies I lack all that I had to give