(0394) an empty sink

and tonight, we are dead. we graduated from high school and became fuckups. every last one of us. we believed. we wanted to believe, but the movies were just movies.
and tonight, we're ghosts. we hide from reality. we were one with the music, and so we applauded. we got lost in the drama and forgot where we really were.

the immediate was never near, and the past was never far off.

you were the only ones i ever loved, but that never mattered anyway. visual imagery fucked the textual learner into submission, but as always, i quote, "i can't see without you." the ignorance was left in an empty sink, and the distribution between black and white is too spread out now.

we strive to be perfect in a place where we're told it's impossible, but this place is far too meaningless to ever take that seriously so i won't pretend we're any different. delusion? maybe.
does it matter?
no.

we're just tired and need some sleep, but we only close our eyes to stay awake.

(0393) fields of corn

starting now, we avow to to kill every single doubt.
there is too much to lose.
today, everything is changed.

once again, they've held us in and sold off all our sins.
they're not holy. they're nothing.
parasitic and growing green.

understand all you can until you fall back asleep.
same old story and boring so i choke on wasted air.

faked your death for the press, but no one was impressed.
you cost more than you're worth.
guess it's just the way you dress.

in the storm, we kept each other warm when the ice began to form.
now, we're just staying afloat with no coats.
no more driving through fields of corn.

say hello and goodbye. we're too scared to say anything else.
no replies and not surprised so we drank to pass the time.