(0236) white noise dreams

i try this new phase
a pleasured conversation with no taste
i coughed up some misfortune yesterday
a sign that says to go the other way

she feels ugly in this lived-in skin
a sunken tale of what's been taken from within
feel the raindrops pouring out her eyes
a picture-perfect day with no sunlight

so prepare for your judgement day
it won't matter what you wish to say
so reactive... like a neon sun
filling up our bodies on the run

i'm astounded by your lack of self
you choose to hijack hearts and kill 'em off
almost ugly, the way you comprehend
maybe you should be on medicine

- - -

i won't save her. i'll let her find her way
she'll need to learn to do some kinds of work with no pay
silver lining gets lost in this fax machine
a mass of animals trying to fall asleep

three more years until we're allowed to exhale again
will we make it out, or will we fail?
so report all of your inconsistencies
it'll be a turning point, at least

flower painting in my white noise dreams
teach me how to understand the schemes
of this silence, and of this dignity
leave me with those dying, lonesome leaves

walk forever, until we feel the cold
i'll always be here so you can have something to hold
but just realize that love is in your eyes
we have nothing else to give inside