i'm a borderline personality - somewhere between the person i am
and the one i try to be.
maybe she's more than hair dye and kohl eyes -
maybe these are just masks to hide behind.
if you could choose one person just to sit by and watch them smile, who would it be?
if there was no tomorrow, whose hand would you hold to the ends of today?
hypotheses of yesterdays. front page news, jazz house blues.
poetry scratched into the undersides of fast-food joint tables.
waking up in early hours clutching pavements.
holding on for your life only to realise there was never any chance of falling.
follow this path, it's he only one you have -
until you make a detour to the wrong side of town and send all those predestined plans to hell.
the tables turn an catch him off guard. everything he touches is golden -
and at the same time, nothing is.
sit down, gather round, and i'll tell you a tale better than you're life could ever be.
involving everything you'll never acheive.
the problem is: these cliches lack originality.
and that's half the fun.
learn some responsibilty -
better yet, escape to neverland.
happy hallow'een.
scare someone senseless.
