delta

terminal velocity

I am trying to make this a song, with a bunch of movements. The first part might split to a seperate song.. anyway, this is probably the most direct thing I've ever written. Love triangles



In a building with nothing, boy and girl see their chance
Alone together now, at last, they dance
to the sound of little raindrops. Lips land perfectly
Two embrace, warm company touching cheeks
Blankets dividing two worlds; they share a waking dream,
a sleepless night spent making memories
Last, impressions...

Meddle
Meddle, oh

So many things growing loud as of late
What's at fault? Well, who knows?
Started a list of what's been, written down
and I have them - my ducks in a row
Under dim light, desperation's displayed on new carpet
Nondescript rules, was impossible not to intrude
Now used to sad faces, complaints, and bad news
See non-complacence in amazement, crazed enough to argue

I had this thought, that all that I asked for
is going, going, gone
I see conceit is just my thing, I guess,
my vice that gets hidden away

cold. contemplating. counting,
moody. managing, maybe.
loss
paranoia
desperation
disinformation

I waited up, but all I could ask for
is going, going, gone
I've been caught throwing voices
I don't know what to say

Using tactics learned from me, and punishment by proximity
He tries to fit himself in my shoes
Whispers heard and shrugged off, 'cause to fight them, I'd lose
Though costs would accrue, I'd see the plan through

Keeping on, keeping time, keeping secrets
Past lessons come back to test you
Walls fall but make no new escape routes
Rain pounds on the roof like it's demanding the truth

And I can't keep up.