Until Death Tears Us Apart

I keep waiting the doorbell
Sitting around my living room at 3am
Maybe you'll come back home
Singing our old songs
Disregarding the late hour,
High volume and toxic state of mind

Will I ever get your call
Telling me you were just late one more time?
Because you spent too much time choosing your clothes
Or you couldn't find the keys for your car

Will you ever come through the back door
And steal the last slice of cake
Like so many times before?
I swear I won't be angry nor scream at ya
I swear...

I keep waiting to hear your voice
Telling me everything will be okay
Even if it's not true, just to tell me it will be okay...

Old Times

I miss the old tricks
I miss my old me around the old you
I miss the talks, I miss the mistery
I miss the flirting and the loving/hating scenario
I miss the soft, yet brief, contact of our hands
On our last night
I miss your eyes piercing mine across the patio
How you would say my name like it was always a surprise
You would say, "I'd come over right now if you'd just let me"
And I'd say it's to late for us now
I miss complaining about the pain you caused me
There was no pain, I confess, you just didn't love me
I begged for you to fool me all the time
Didn't I? Again and again...

Random Heart

Life seems so complex sometimes
Too complex, almost unbearable...
Almost...

Sometimes you wish you were half dead
Sleeping through life
Or just that you had a good night of sleep
Those rare nights...

Sometimes you catch someone looking at you
Sometimes you're caught
And maybe a new adventure will begin
While another ends...

Sometimes you look outside your balcony
And the sea is calling
But someone's buzzing you in
Into their lives and dreams...

Sometimes you wish to put yourself together
Just quiet down a little
And enjoy life as it is

But it's so hard when you keep wanting more
From others, from yourself
From the drugs you keep taking
Although you're smart enough to see
You're dying from the inside...

Sometimes you just wish to be back
To good old days, to a better present
To the bright future you had
And screwed up on the way up there...

Sometimes the problem is you
Sometimes the problems are these people
Who keep pushing you to be better
And greater, and smarter
And worthy of bigger things!

But you're so perfect already...
You can't be undone, you can't get better
You can't give yourself to the darkness
You've only heard others talking about...

You have your poetry, you have your soul...
But all lies in the void of your mind
The void you lost control of
The void that sucks the life out of you
The void that takes your pain
And refils it with more
The narrow line between mind fabrications
And reality...

Can you read me now?
Can you feel me now?
I'm so close inside your head...
I'm so close...