hularay

Thanks for the friendship Its means more than a lot But if you want absolution Thanks, but I'd rather not. You've made a big mess Left decisions out to rot You want me to look away Thanks, but I'd rather not. You seem to say one thing With truth seldom sought Should I ignore all the facts? Thanks, but I'd rather not. All the signs point to failure This future should be fought You want to cling to the past Thanks, but I'd rather not. You dragged me into your life Wanting friends you haven't got You want to prolong the pain Thanks, but I'd rather not. So I'll take the stand I need Maybe I'm wrong to take a shot All you wan

Do you remember the light on the stage? And when Hawaiian shirts were all the rage? It was 2000 and I had huge a crush on you It was High School and I didn't know what to do. Its strange to think back a whole decade No cell phones for all, the calls had to be paid Bought out of filthy pay phones by the lawn Quarters were in short supply before long. I'm in the decade of wonder and invention But the flying car deserves a mention Where's the new century on the horizon How about some virtual reality just for fun? Can you recall any of the lines of my play? I wrote it myself, as a joke some might say It fell apart fast, as though un

They hide the truth with half-lies Say words that dance and never denies The skillful tongue is a wanted prize. But why do I come to this fiction? By what need do I crave this friction? Every hidden depth a contradiction. They sling stories of deep despair Once strong friendships left to disrepair The joke on all but a cynical pair. Use your weapons of mass distraction Every scratch not nearly a fraction Of your false honor in easy action. Though the questions should have been clear And hindsight normally has no peer I now laugh without a trace of fear.

I'm on the shady side of the morning And the sky is dark and crying I just wanted you to know this fact Its more than I can bare but I'm trying. Sleep slips away on frustrated wings And the sun doesn't want to get up The moon is the only trace of life I drink in the silence and refill my cup. The bed is warm with the body of one The light is on but only glows alone You should see the state of the world It stares and is down to skin and bone. My lovely, my heart, so cruel you now are What's left of your bright, warm smile? Don't mistake my words for concern That's the old me, and no longer my style. Fact or fiction doesn't seem

I crash on the sofa with a heavy heart In need of another drink to be drunk. A dirty joke would go well with this fart Or I could punch this guy, he's been a punk. I stumble and weave with so little grace This crowd doesn't know how to dance at all. I talk to people who can't keep the pace And pray for a girl's number I can call. I'm in the house of a guy from my work I can't recall his name, it sounded like mine. I am smooth as hell, not at all a jerk And it helps that the whiskey flows like wine. I should get louder, don't want to be missed I guess all the rumors were sad but true. God I'm tired, my stomach is pissed What did

By your thoughts, and by your shade I got the blood, and you've got it made But how to say this next bit right I always knew you'd shine bright. Don't be so sure to rush and quit the game You'd lose something and never be the same I hold this truth at hand and firelight You're sharp as a joke and quite the sight. Yet after every thought, bluff, and aside There's nowhere to run, and everywhere to hide I wander the land to try and lose my way So how was a whisper all you had to say?