long live the car crash hearts
cry on the couch till the poets come to life
long live the car crash heart you fuel the creativity the inspiration and the healing, you keep my poets coming to life. long live disaster. one day youll look back on it with fond memories
one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
baby you chased away my fears i may be crying becuase my emotions are hooked on someone else whos breaking me and left my heart still shattered but you make me feel okay again you made me smile. for longer than anyone else for a long time. you let me feel. real and love.
baby dont let go of me dont even look away i dreamed of the disaster seeping in and i can take any of it but leave me and the disaster wont interrupt the thougts in my mind, you could beat me till im black and blue, but youd still stay with me and give me anything i wanted i could survive...baby its a fact ... i dont wanna live without you...we could run untill we reached the ocean because after the first time i see you i wont be able to beat it easily ill have to escape with you to see the sunsetting over the ocean and ill have to live their in your arms becuase id never want to loose it. we could start a new life and nothing else would matter...as long as you dont look away.
someday tourists would come and intrude the peace we had built and all metaphorically you would turn and look away. and im not going to lie i know itsnever gonna happen baby...we cant escape and leave things behind but take a piano and a guitar and we can create the images and hold them in our hearts and minds. baby its a fact ive fallen for you i dont want to slip away...with every anxiety filled breath i take i take one step nearer to your open arms and travel away from his angry eyes. and i could have died with you i hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle.confess. so burry me in memory now ash yourself yeah out on the insides said i loved you but i lied...its true, but no matter what you do im still gonna rescue you but this time ill walk away from the gurney without waiting for you to wake up...and i wont be alone. and if my breathing stop along with my heartbeat i couldnt care less becuase i know someone thinks more of me than you ever did. and they did lie.
how come words, the things we use everyday have the ability to be crafted in a certain way to make us live die and can commmand our entire feelings. they save us and can be overwhelming, yet anyone can use them .' beauty is power in the same way money is power in the same way a gun is power' but words are different they are so accesible yet it takes a special person to change them to have an effect. these people i want to learn to become one... more than anything...that has got to be true power... the power to influence the power to belive... like a 'lullaby'
my flow of thoughts and words have run dry
bring me the brain of ryan ross, pete wentz,chuck palahniuk or anyone who can help me continue... you could make me write all day
xo