31 July 2012

The Noble and the Free

I wrote a hundred love songs about you in my head
I tried to force reality on a fantasy cold and dead
I don't remember all the words, nor do all the words exist
The melodies were built on pretense, the prelude to your kiss

I've always shied away from mirrors since I gave away my smile
You know it must be years since I saw an inch and did not take a mile
Sometimes an inch is just an inch and there's nothing to be had
But defeat only follows hope, so there's a nobility to be sad

Prince Tragedy, flashing forlorn glances
Queen Anxiety, grasping straws 
And pretending not to see 

I've been wishing fervently on every shooting star
Yet I still see the outlines of every single scar
Love follows the night time, hiding daylight in our hearts
But when the stars dance across the sky its like I'm at the start

Red carpets that we dyed ourselves
I'll denounce the royal "we"
As unity falls to ruins
There is a chance of being free

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I've read this earlier, but it was with little opportunity to really read it. It's very good. My favorite lately--not that you'd brought a bunch lately, but you know. It's incredibly true, and painfully raw. It has hope in there, but it's a story of change. It is sudden.