paper, plastic, wonderwalls

(a lot of things don't make sense : but to my heart [the.mostdeceitfulthing]

this is what i need to say , and this is the only way to say it .)

take my words and let them be

if you are my wonderwall

then i expect for you

to catch my fall, if at all

you mean to be mine

please tell me ; or don't

i'll be scared

don't be scared , just because

nothing will ever by okay

because okay is normal

and only God is normal

and we are not God .

God is God and that is that .

we're weird , and i like it

i hate it i hate it ; "i hate that i love you"

what a song , what fake words

i love that i don't like anything - one

i love that i do

i love that i can love

i am nothing .

just dust on the side of the road

beside the puddles of gasoline and paper on fire

burning plastic away at the wake of the mourn

during the crying days when the earth is dry

save for my salt ; and for Your light

it seems we have been taken by blindness and disease

please stop and stop and stop and stop

i can't ; SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP "DAMN IT"

i don't have the right to damn , to judge , to say this

the notes play on and i can't see , ever

at all , nothing since the last autumn i was alive .

just pretty words and no eyes to look at

they look behind me : politician and businessman

lovers intertwine and i can't bear planted lips

my heart aches and i need a doctor

less i fall

and never get up

the job of the heart is to bleed

the job of the lungs is to breathe

my job is to do both

and do so until i can't

this is the

end