Just a Train On Thought

Daylight savings is the aftermath of an insomnia-stricken soul And when the rain falls, I wonder, does he still see the stars glow? I am an artist, specializing in destruction of the nerves by fire Maybe that's why I am so afraid of drowning And then he says, until our first kiss He didn't realize what that kind of love was I say we just fit together correctly He knows that's my way of saying I love him too All of my friends are zombies, and they just pretend to be me Walking like they are empty But the truth is, being hollow is not pretty And I read a quote today that said "Suicide is not poetic." And I'd have to say that I agree But neither is imitation or being poor Unwashed hair and holes in you clothing does not make you look like a Master of Creation It makes you look like a fool for declining all of that which others seek to have Humans are not transparent We just pretend we are Because being a ghost is so much easier than dealing with the sad, sad story that we call life Addiction does not make you look fearless I was sent to my knees every time I had a bottle in my hands And he says he wishes he could be as poetic as me at times And I told him "Some days, I think it will be the death of me." So, darling, please, come here and let me hold you For my time is short I know my life will be over in fifty years at least But for once I pray to something that I live long enough to see you smile a million times I promise I will count I know, we see that often, love is shameful But this is what sets us apart My only shame is to say that I have wronged you Now, today I deliver my apologies And I offer you my heart