Yeah She is Beautiful, But She Don't Mean a Thing To Me...

It's amazing finding this place again.
It still feels the same as it did last.
Last you left, you promised never to return.
But you're foolish and the foolish usually get burned.
You try, try, try, try, and you're suprised when there's letdown?
That's all there is - the letdown.
The scent of the meal still burns your nose,
The smell of the pillow still erupts every morning...taunting you.
Why be a part of the madness that's embraced?
There's no way for a couple of loners to take the place.
When your feet are planted on the ground, it's hard to jump for a rebound.
This is a crucial time.
Evil lurks around the corner and comparisons run wild.
You compare yourself to the otherwise obvious "hidden" guy.
You're not him, and you never will be.
Don't want to be.
You want other things...
Different from the others.
Different people with different faces,
Different circumstances and different places.
Your blood is in the dry soil.
Her blood is in the salt water.
There will be no more wandering fingers on the wondering phone.
There will be no more visions drawn, or pictures taken.
There will be no more whispers through vowels and syllables.
There will be no more passionate acknowledgement of symbols.
There will be no more remorse.
There will be no more love to force.
There will be no more divinity.
There will be no more interruptions.
There will be songs.
They will pierce and twist the stomach of those who hear.
You're the sediment in the bottom of the wine bottle.
You're tired of playing that part.
It breaks your heart.
There will be no more plane rides.
There will be no more tearful goodbyes.
There will be no more support.
There will be no more lies to distort.
Only those who know you will know what you are doing.
Some aren't privy to that information anymore.
Some won't care and some will ignore.
But there's a few things that they must know.
For all that is pure, the ice has started to form.
For every goodbye, I move further away.
For every meltdown, so does my feeling.
Each push on me is a shove further from you.
For every guy, there's always one more.
Every time I see this I get bored.
For every picture the desire fades.
Seeing is believing.
For every story, I have another one.
For every longing there will be less.
And for every crack of my heart you could slip on the mess.
I can promise I never felt it was what I HAD to do.
I can promise it was all by desire that lead me through.
I can promise this is the last reference to you.

I'm telling you boy, the desire is walking out, it's time to go,
And I'm telling you boy ~ this is the moment that you know.