You lost me. You lost me among the lies and the metaphors and a simile. What would it be like? and you just kept going, kept painting pictures, like your life depended on it. like the dream would end if you stopped talking about it. like Martin Luther King and all those other liars. They only did what they could, only sold the truth, only twisted it around themselves, bending themselves out of shape and out of sorts to pass on a message. To contain themselves would have been blasphemy. So they rebelled with the only type of blasphemy they knew they could face. They came down on the public like a storm with orders to possess and be possessed. And it worked didn't it? it lit up your soul, it danced you out into the night, it carried you to me, and it goes on. it goes on. now you're back to painting pictures cause they said you can't write songs, and you're losing me (but it's okay. ) you were meant to lose me.
it goes on
- May 30, 2012
- lilyrightnow
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