I see the shallow lift their switches
as they shed a little angst.
And the children that they're hitting
will surely forget this when they're dead.

It's always harder to compare
something we want to what we need.
And she's always walking with her nose up,
always wandering in her sleep.

So please don't go from here and vanish,
please don't leap from any heights.
Because I'll try to live without you,
surely you can understand my eyes.

All the preachers with there outfits
and petty cloaks and candle sets.
Well they don't know about our feelings,
we should hand them all our debts.

Trick or treating with the devil
is easy when you wear a mask,
but the plastics melting to my skin.
I'm afraid I'll never see my past.

Wipe the blood from my eyes
and slick my hair back so I might see.
For the reason I'm writing this
is so we can never be.

11/22/2009