Crossed
The lines have shifted and since all anybody ever looks at
Is what is between them, they become that and nobody believes
That a story about a girl is just a story about a girl and nothing else.
And we follow them up; we drill holes in our plots and verses
And paste meaning into our words until meaning fades and
Writing is not about writing anymore.
It's about how we have the better heart, and we know more than anybody,
And everything is double-edged and sliding into circles
Because nobody is really good at this.
We put our pulse into our verse but make sure nobody could understand
We put unreal hopes and dreams in lyric form: we're gone
This is not what we all came here for, if we write, we write that's how it's got to be.
I love it when somebody else sets the trap
They say I've captured something, as if nobody else had
I fall for it every time and the hands go round and my eyes do flicker
But I don't make a sound because why complain? All is wondrous lumen when nothing is true
So then I fall right into place behind you. Illusions make me think I'm driving
And not fighting for my place in the backseat. You see, I'm not yours yet.
I have things that they don't need to see
And lots of personalities but they're all hollow because I don't have the time to
Fill them up with lies, that's all going to have to wait.
Stay right here, you say, don't fear the rain, don't leave the trees the lightning's gonna strike.
And what if I decided that you weren't even expecting this
And I wasn't afraid of the rain anyway and I chased it all the way into the earth
And
I
drowned?
Would you let me stay forever or would you come down too for me or would you even notice if I ran?
I bet you might not.
I don't ever want the lines to be straight again and every day I impress but
I'm not precise enough with my aim between the lines.
So for a day I lose my graces loose my phrases let your greatness be,
And writing on the lines makes it so much more correct
So nothing has to look crossed out again
Because only mistakes get crossed out
And only bad people cross out mistakes full of the righteous.
What would that make me for following your crossed rules?
The lines crossed out what I was trying to say
It was all too real and I'm all too fake and they took me
For brave.
Whispers of truth of course
Nobody does a thing without the words, the names.
We might as well all be like that
Live in our gilded lies
Because we all know that nothing's gonna change.
Although it already has, go figure. It boils for that.
You will never take us, it takes more than that to break us,
We're wild and we're heartless and we're crazed.
You want it
And it's fine to read between the lines
But who knows if you're right?
A writer is a writer and that's it. We're gone
We don't know where the streetlights lead
We stray into the darkness that nobody even sees and we fall into holes in the ground
And we're pulled back to light. There are traps all around
And I still love it when I fall but I make an effort to put in my own flickers.
We've seen all your deceptions and we know what really happened
And none of us know how to drive but we're tired of the back
So spit us back into the world and it's our turn to set the trap and all.
Only it's a million times better than that:
It's all impossible.
So I can fall and fall and fall back into light and sweetness every time
And I won't have to try if the rebels give up:
Guilty!
Of not really wanting victory.
I can't set the traps.