(0319) measuring the distance pt. 1

striking a new deal to work for the rich. they have all the money so i act like their bitch. cunning and vicious, it's all hands on deck. say hi to the strangers. what do i care about theft? my lips are swollen, and my eyes don't work. i unpacked a suitcase and unfolded my shirts. i looked in a mirror in the most unusual way and walked up to god; said i had no way to pay. right then, the world cut in, and the lights started to dim. breathing out lies and inhaling the truth, the gypsy psychic comes to show us her booth. the last one to know and the last one exposed, you were the first one to sink in this beautiful snow. i don't know what she sees. i'm crumpled up like dead leaves. picking up the pace, but i know i'll never go home. measuring the distance because there's nothing i own. there's nothing i own. it's all been written in code.

come stand in the river of what you see. nothing moves if you're standing next to me. a virgin to thoughts that had never crossed my mind, but i feared the innocence was fading and i was running out of time. predated back to the sixteenth century when love was a weapon, but you held it gently. and in the dark, i etched my name upon the scattered thoughts in your brain. i wanted to erase my face, but i couldn't see that it was already too late.

as soon as i departed, i played that song. i couldn't help but think that i did something wrong. i had a second heartbeat, and in those minutes, i wanted to remain. and as the glass broke, it sliced into my veins.. something soft and strange.

go ahead and sleep in the moment of what you never said, but you'll never wake up if you stay in your bed.