seeing 'round the corners.

Mar 11, 2008 - 12:59 PM PST

Counting on counting down the minutes once again,

Reassurance has it's price and finds another hole replaced.

Everything sleep can give, seems so right there,

but obstacles bury the way and weigh down your thoughts.

Burden's always good, but this pity game's always a losing one.

Trading in some weight on your heart strings for a undeserved ego.

Sucked back into the fold, the everyday merges with some unforseen hopes.

Maybe this day will have something on the last, and that's the only way you can think if you want a chance of coming out with your mind.

Time won't tell you shit,

Just add more times to shake off what you're sure of.

Certainty's a tease, in that it never quite offers what's promised.

Stable is one thing, but one thing it isn't can be covered by alright.

When the feeling isn't there, what's left of the offerning can't help cope,

The feeling's just gone and maybe you're losing it, but you know what comes alone with it.

"I know what you're saying, but..." I don't think you do.

See, it's been months in the works, but I've learned to shake the guilt.

Every name can't have the same face and don't think any of these faces will let you forget their names.

The places left will wander back to the city, or wherever you get lost.

With every detour or distraction you're adding another layer on top of layers on top of what you're keeping to yourself.

Give up or figure out what you're fighting,

No clue where you're going and no clear sense of where you've been.

Get lost and let them be, get lost or lose yourself.