Popcorned Ceilingwe lay hand in hand, staring up through the white we're looking for something terrible to fall through the ceiling, but it won't come. i guess the popcorned paint that's flaking off will have to do. we crave a malady to justify the feelings we have we're needing a way to mask how accident-prone we are, and it's becoming more and more urgent. the mystery is how we've managed to find each other's hands. we need to buy a new mattress we're tossing and turning in an endless night, yet we'll lie to each other about how cozy it is will we ever question that?Popcorned Ceiling
Smirks and GrinsThey crease their lips as if they had some sort of practice at this conceited silent growl- after all, they are, in fact, holier than thou, but it sure as hell does not suppress the need to find their face and connect my fist upon their brow.Smirks and Grins
So the holy rollers stand shoulder to shoulder and allow the sins to build within as if they meant it all along.
They'll lie, they'll cheat, they'll steal, and once their wounds have healed, their halos really start to peel. You can see the brass lies beneath the gilded surfaces, so they scatter off to designated churches and make their varied purchases on a salvation they can't
The Attractionwatching from the window, the rain speaks for your shrouded thoughts. to do or do not. the neatly made bed says too much when it's stagnant and cold. you've no one to hold.The Attraction
when she's gone there's no turning back so lay down and turn off the lights.
we walk a gentle step, and we cover our tracks, but you can't shake the feeling that you've drawn the wrong map. we follow all of our leads, and we use our best clues, but this path smells of people that'll never come back to you.
in this now that fades away the hour hands release from the clocks. to do or do not. do
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