Alpha Centauri
Your healing lips mend my broken eyes but I'm comatose from your lullabyes.
We're naming shooting stars and although the world is ours,
I'm too scared to ask where we are for fear of being lost.
Stuck, fixed, but with ambition beyond my power.
I'm burdened with my wide open thoughts in such enclosed spaces.
If I chose to describe myself, my feelings, objectively...
...I'd liken them and me to the old adage of big fishes in small ponds.
Not doing it justice...cliches and mottos will only go so far.
Maybe if I could put a whale in a teardrop it would ring truer.
I can imagine myself like a toy on the shelf, the one with the biggest smile and the lowest price,
...but no one wants a used item, do they?
I'm going cheap now, everything must go.
Eyes slightly faded, heart badly damaged.
I come with an adjustable smile, if you want me to.
Thought for sure this time that the chains had said goodbye.
Curse the devil for only letting me have some slack,
Then giving me wings to fly before tugging me down to Earth.
Face in the dirt, rise to feet, hands to face to mend the bruises.
What can I do but walk further?
Down the concrete road to nowhere.
Soon I'll be just another layer of white in Heaven.
The Last Toy On the Shelf.
Please, hear me out...you're what it's all about.
Actions have reactions and they also speak louder than words.
I can't swim across the sea of uncertainty now that you abandoned the support boat.
My muscles are tired and my skin is damaged, the sharks keep taking pieces.
Now I'm just a floating heart.
I'll regenerate in time, like some amphibious creature.
Time crashes down like the waves, and we're not getting any drier.
Or younger.
So make a change before the current drags you under.
Better to drown for something than swim for nothing.
No, you're not maliciously at fault for my demise.
Not to say you couldn't have prevented it, with but a little compassion.
Just a touch of reason.
The day has dawned that I have to reach shore.
No longer can I stay in this liquid confusion.
As I row toward a lone island, I see a figure in the water.
Swimming in the sea of uncertainty, as I'm all too familiar with.
Now as my boat glided passed the ever tiring swimmer, I felt a bolt of regret...
...I never thought that you'd be the one swimming.
Land ahoy, life abound.
Remember precious: I'll always be around, but I forgot to bring a liferaft big enough for two.
So please don't blow the whistle when you're out of your depth.
Drown for me.
Swimmers and Sailors.
If they seem a little weird it's because they're supposed to go with music but I figured I'd post anyway.
-AC
We're naming shooting stars and although the world is ours,
I'm too scared to ask where we are for fear of being lost.
Stuck, fixed, but with ambition beyond my power.
I'm burdened with my wide open thoughts in such enclosed spaces.
If I chose to describe myself, my feelings, objectively...
...I'd liken them and me to the old adage of big fishes in small ponds.
Not doing it justice...cliches and mottos will only go so far.
Maybe if I could put a whale in a teardrop it would ring truer.
I can imagine myself like a toy on the shelf, the one with the biggest smile and the lowest price,
...but no one wants a used item, do they?
I'm going cheap now, everything must go.
Eyes slightly faded, heart badly damaged.
I come with an adjustable smile, if you want me to.
Thought for sure this time that the chains had said goodbye.
Curse the devil for only letting me have some slack,
Then giving me wings to fly before tugging me down to Earth.
Face in the dirt, rise to feet, hands to face to mend the bruises.
What can I do but walk further?
Down the concrete road to nowhere.
Soon I'll be just another layer of white in Heaven.
The Last Toy On the Shelf.
Please, hear me out...you're what it's all about.
Actions have reactions and they also speak louder than words.
I can't swim across the sea of uncertainty now that you abandoned the support boat.
My muscles are tired and my skin is damaged, the sharks keep taking pieces.
Now I'm just a floating heart.
I'll regenerate in time, like some amphibious creature.
Time crashes down like the waves, and we're not getting any drier.
Or younger.
So make a change before the current drags you under.
Better to drown for something than swim for nothing.
No, you're not maliciously at fault for my demise.
Not to say you couldn't have prevented it, with but a little compassion.
Just a touch of reason.
The day has dawned that I have to reach shore.
No longer can I stay in this liquid confusion.
As I row toward a lone island, I see a figure in the water.
Swimming in the sea of uncertainty, as I'm all too familiar with.
Now as my boat glided passed the ever tiring swimmer, I felt a bolt of regret...
...I never thought that you'd be the one swimming.
Land ahoy, life abound.
Remember precious: I'll always be around, but I forgot to bring a liferaft big enough for two.
So please don't blow the whistle when you're out of your depth.
Drown for me.
Swimmers and Sailors.
If they seem a little weird it's because they're supposed to go with music but I figured I'd post anyway.
-AC