Testo Brickwall Views

don't break too many hearts. don't take too many arrows in the chest. cry comfortably, let us all know what you're thinking. is there a gesture i could use to clearly express i'm at an utter loss for words? is there a part of you that's torn? that's larger than life? that'll hold on for one more night? i've got a speech to make. followed by a big parade. northside. closed eyes. all charades go on forever. hands tied with fools pride. in a slowly fleeing summer. just throw your hands up at the sky. no use trying to explain this. the clouds are mirrors. i'm disguised. i'm not all that entertaining. the city looks the same until you notice smaller changes. it still knows us all by name. it holds us close to its heart (now repeat) all my hopes are unaligned. this diagnosis is self-designed. northside. closed eyes. all charades go on forever. ands tied with fools pride. in a slowly fleeing summer. empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to. brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons. the days are flooding into months. the nights are staring into centuries. i've got some older pictures of people i see once every couple years. intrigued or unamazed. "you were so much different back in those days." and now this smile has a bitter curve. now these eyes are unenchanted. and all we see is a faded image of what we used to be. how can we relate when we don't know a thing about each other anymore? is there a gesture i could use to clearly express i'm at an utter loss for words.