Brickwall Views

don't break too many hearts
don't take too many arrows in the chest
cry comfortably
let us all know what you're thinking
is there a gesture i could use
to clearly express
i'm at an utter loss for words
is there a part of you that's torn
that's larger than life
that'll hold on for one more night
i've got a speech to make
followed by a big parade

northside, closed eyes
all charades go on forever
hands tied with fools pride
in a slowly fleeing summer

just throw your hands up at the sky
no use trying to explain this
the clouds are mirrors, i'm disguised
i'm not all that entertaining
the city looks the same
until you notice smaller changes
it still knows us all by name
it holds us close to its heart
all my hopes are unaligned
this diagnosis is self-designed

northside, dead eyes
all charades go on forever.
hands tied with past lives
in a slowly fleeing summer.

empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to
brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons
the days are flooding into months
the nights are staring into centuries
i've got some older pictures
of people i see once every couple years
intrigued or unamazed
you were so much different back in those days
and now this smile has a bitter curve
now these eyes are unenchanted
and all we see
is a faded image of what we used to be.
how can we relate
when we don't know
a thing about each other anymore
when we don't know
each other anymore

is there a gesture i could use
to clearly express
i'm at an utter loss for words