(0229) a lost receipt

walked 12 miles to find you, but you were nowhere to be found... i heard the sound fading out from clarity. reception isn't good now. i might as well be moving on and getting gone before my heart just falls apart and i can't see.

and as the sun falls into the ocean, i can't wait to fall asleep... and hear the beep of that alarm clock going off the next morning. no clue where i'm going, but i can hope that there's a girl, somewhere out there on the prowl who's sick of her teeth being oh so clean.

it's like a fairy tale in progress searching for a new beginning; a way to start before the clock outpaces me and strikes my doom. there's an angel that i see, but she seems so fucking far from reach... what's the point. guess i'll just stay here, in this room.

matter changing forms... an endless cycle that's never complete; a lost receipt; a complicated conversation piece that's all-but-forgotten the very next week.

it's like a piercing through my vein... a constant heartache that ignores my brain... an impulse-driven daydream tune that beckons me.

just wanna keep myself awake, just long enough to drill this in. i can't pretend it's something that just does not exist. it's something i've been missing, a thief i am always trying to pursue. it's a fucking four-letter word...that's called... love.