(0292) dead romance

if you look around your environment, you will find all the proof you need. your image has become so depended upon, it's distorted your reality. i don't care about your pretty looks. they make you look like everybody else. what you see in the mirror is not what you dream of when you're dreaming all by yourself.

standard operating procedure here was ignored for functionality. a distant stare into the future will not help you find the things you seek. chased down by the evidence, you still beckon to the latest phase. gridlock causes apathetic ignorance so you've gotten used to the shitty taste.

if silence grants you no reply, do you think you would be surpised? if you'd done things any differently, do you think he still would've died? if silence grants you no reply, do you know how the story would end? i'm looking straight into the telescope lens, and i watch the dream as it starts to bend.

brain dead, but i'll take a rain check like it's the newest flavor.

i collapsed in a field under the hazy sun. there was a quiet breeze and butterflies nearby. i placed the bullet inside my head. i pulled the trigger and made my bed. the sky was dressed in its finest clothes.

it wore bright blue with white fluffy clouds. the sun told a joke, and i laughed out loud.

destiny must have led me straight to this.

in the car rides up to chicago, my imagination was made of gold. i slowly woke up from the vividness, and my eyes have never adjusted since. a song that puts me in a trance of impossible and dead romance. close your eyes and wish for better luck.

and don't forget to double tie your shoes.