Overused for your photograph, and a locket held to my heart. I've spent hours cherishing these, and many more broken down into cotton candy and peppermints.
A book you read too fast.
With the vision blurring; and the turn-table running out, I will wait however long it takes for the wind to remember my name.
"Spade" by Catie Finally, the senses, they come back to life Such a disease that runs through your skin Don't let me know if these things are false I want to believe in the never-ending truth Don't let me know if I'm invisible I want to believe you still see me Make me unforgettable
'Cause the Blackbirds are singing for the audience A song that the maggots once hymned The nails are scratching at my skin Writing a ballad that man once wrote It's an insinuation I'm ill-prepared to recieve But the falseness is scratching at my throat Don't tell me if you're contagious
Don't let me know we're invisible I'm opening the door
"Chapel Hill" It's the flowers on the Chapel hill another day of knowing Beyond that hill, one day, you will know but the secret is not to tell It's not for sale
So take the long-black robes and put away your money, you'll buy me off So let's save them for another day when we dance along a rock that's been beaten down and withered You won't make a sound at all
The books are growing old, aren't they? You're dying to live for something more Those stories that caress you Oh, I saw them once on Chapel hill Sensory, it come to you again but you don't act at all You're waiting here to hear it call
It's the flowers on the Chapel hill You're gonna know one day, still The secret is not mine to tell It's for the heart to sale
"Silver Smile" by Catie Please leave me alone on the cobblestone Just place a hair where you were I'll pick it up later and compare you to the flutter Of a butterfly's torn wings Sssshh, she'll hear you
If not, then I'll converse with you later In the gardens you built On the backbone of my Lady's guilt Should you ever fly away, butterfly I think she'll surely die
Sweet butterfly Have you learned your lesson yet? To see the sun rise, you must first let it set Now look what you've done You left your charisma on the windshield
Sweet butterfly she's old now with fasting black lungs There's so much you told that you lack But it's okay I think she's dead
"Trophy Wife" by Catie They've been seeing me and all my lies lying in a pool by the bathroom's bin. Cut out like it was nothing, just another trophy on that arm of your's.
You know, intentionally, all the things you tell, each information piece is a promise that you intend to break as some tragic flaw. But the audience has dwindled, and you left the speaker's on. The janitor has gone by and cleaned up my pool. So what does that leave me?
They've been seeing me and all my lies lying in a pool by the bathroom's bin. Cut out like everything was nothing, just another trophy on that arm of your's.
The year has gone by so quickly. Damn, yesterday we were screaming infedilities at them. It seems the days are not what they appear; and you, you are half-way gone. Just a demise of some tragic flaw. Some lie you told one summer day when you said, "I cherish you forever;"
