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I gave up on love a long, lost time ago.
I guess, I didn't give up on heartache.
In the time it takes to move my hand
Across my eyes, it was enough for me
To feel it break.
I concede too too much in life. I concede much too much in life.
A rhythm started to roll my hips,
And chords moved my limbs in time.
I moved through the crowd, eyes feasting
On all I couldn't have.
'Cause I knew I could feast on
What was mine.
Your shadow caused my heart to dip,
And doubts froze my limbs in time.
I'd wax on topics for hours,
To have just a minute in your mind.
I could stand, spewing bright green flames
And reciting grand lullabies.
But to me you're deaf and blind.
I gave up on love a long, long time ago.
Heartache didn't give up on me.
In the time it takes to wipe the tears
From my eyes, it was just enough
To feel it break.
I concede too too much in life. I concede much too much in life.
True happiness seems like a sham.
The closer I get to success,
The more cold and more lonely I am.
At one point, you're just fighting to succeed.
Happiness is a fringe and success is a need.
But more than life or death or even passing a test,
I just need to ********' rest.
True happiness seems like a sham.
The closer I get to her,
The more cold and lonely I am.
Right now, I'm just fighting to compete.
Love is a fringe, and attention is a dying need.
But more than life or death, or even having sex,
I just need to feel complete.
Maybe I just need some sleep.
I gave up on love a long, lost time ago.
I guess, heartache didn't give up on me.
In the time it takes to move my hand
to draw the curtains down, it was enough
To feel it break.
I concede much too much in life. I concede too too much in life.
- Title: Concessions
- Artist: Respira
- Description: Bluesy poem I wrote for myself.
- Date: 04/11/2009
- Tags: concessions
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