You Tried To Turn Away My Fears
you tried to turn away my fearsshouting metaphysics in my fifteen year old earsI dreamed all day of sneaking out the windowa sigh for every other breathwhen you are joyful I feel betteryou catch a cold that lasts forever
a quest and we are hiding in the shadowsbeneath blue blazers and the smell of old booksyour eyes are blue, your voice is deepin half a verse you sunk my whole, whole world to sleepand in a classroom undergroundI am still aching for that old still sound
then we know that patience is the most important partwhat's the point of being patient for a broken heart?I wish I was as passive as a patient on a tableit seems to me that you will die as soon as you are able