Sunday, March 22, 2009

You don’t know that I know but I know that you know
About the day when the world will stop turning
You think it’s a secret, but you’ve been exposed
To a myriad of mourning and musical mishap
And I’ve heard, oh I’ve heard, of how it will snap back
I’ve watched you, you see, to a stalker-esque degree
And I know that your eyes widened when you last saw it
I know that you want it, I know that you brought it
But I know that you’re really afraid.
You can’t see that I see but I see what you see
And it doesn’t scare me one bit.
It must be nice to have the hope of higher hand-holding
But I know that you’re frightened, stiff with misunderstanding
I see what you’re brewing, what you’re reprimanding
I don’t forget easily, even though you demand it
And you aren’t making me give in like that
I’m stronger than that but I’m really much weaker
But you don’t know what makes me tick anymore
And as long as you can’t settle the score
Then it doesn’t much matter to me.
You haven’t heard that I’ve heard but I’ve heard what you heard
And I realize it’s hard to believe that it’s true
A mistake is much broader when fueled by you
But you can’t orchestrate this charade for an ever
Nothing is without strings, on yourself you have tethered
This weight; I can sense that you’re going to break
Even though right now you think that I’m stupid
You haven’t considered the past
Trends aren’t for nothing, and nothing is sacred
When thrust onto the battle field of chaos and upbringing
My throat is on fire, my ears loudly ringing
But nothing is holy when ripped down the center
And you won’t realize that for now.