Become Stupid

I become stupid. Like everybody else. I thirst for your love. And it makes me do stupid things. And now you've witnessed it. I jump to conclusions. Perhaps I'm correct, perhaps I'm wrong. You leave my nerves on a knife edge. So consumed have I become of you that I don't know what I should do. It's such a crime. But it's something I would've wanted. To play out this sweet torture that runs through my veins. If there was something I could say, if there was something I could do, I'd do whatever it takes. Including shutting myself off from the world completely. But that would be stupid. But I'd do it.

I become stupid. I forget the simplest of things. I cause stress where it's not needed. It's not the way it should be. Everything becomes needlessly complicated. I'm sadly just an idiot waiting on your call. I'd never expect you to lead the chase but I know that it was all my fault. I don't lay blame on you. How can you be at fault for anything? I know what happens next. Competition and jealousy. Toy with feelings and it's become treachery. But it's your love I want. I know it'll take a long way to get it. To win it back, I just hope you don't stay mad at me. I tried my best.

I become stupid. Because I love you. Because every silly word I've ever said wasn't meant to hurt you. Or to annoy you. But it's what I've done. Now let the agony play out like an orchestra for every switchblade symphony lies the bare bones of a silly love song that doesn't deserve to be aired. Because it's stupid. And I am the idiot who has made it happen!

You Make Me Feel Stupid ( Wash Away )

Wash away, the single dream. Wash away, into the seas. To keep this kind of love. Wash away, so make this love come true. It's not just between me and you. There's always someone else involved too. No matter which way you turn you will always betray. No matter what happens, we live on bribe and blackmail. Because we are all up for sale. A political gesture for a personal gain. Part of the pleasure is part of the pain.

Wash away, and make me feel stupid even though your love is too good for that. Too good for love itself. Even when we live in the lighthouse, I still feel like I'm not the man, I'm the mouse. Crawling on my tippy-toes. Crawling to the ends of your love. You make me feel stupid. I don't even know why. You make me feel stupid. Can't sleep without thinking, can't think without sleeping......warm confusion it's that new illusion. You make me feel stupid. Which seems to please me.

The Girl With The Broken X-Ray Eyes

Well nevermind, it's been done before. All the angst in your pants and whatever else you forgot to tell. You know you sell it so well. And teenage daydreams won't make it for you, there's always somebody else you'll need to rely on and when you do you'll get broken. Because you're frightened. When the party's over, kiss the door goodnight because you might never be here again.

And it's no fun dreaming of the past, the last boy probably left you for a reason. You change quicker than the seasons so how can we predict the time? Have a life but don't go behind their back.....it's the reason you're so open to attack. We're always change yet we're always the same. Nothing old, nothing new it's gifted too!

So nevermind, it's been done before. Sold your story to a magazine. Unleashing all your bitter fantasies and the wrath of your spiteful jealousy. You're not getting any younger and it's jilted weapon never suited you. And I wrap you in your own little cocoon to keep your life in a shell. But you're never happy, always complain for the sake of complaining. Irritate the living to take a step closer to the dead. Your idea of perfection? Where's the fun in perfection? All you need is protection.

You keep seeing things. You read too much. You are the girl with the broken x-ray eyes, you only see what you want to see and it's not there. You are the girl with the broken x-ray eyes, you only see what you want to see and it's not there. But you don't care.

Just A Paranoid Cynic

Running round in circles. Cry the stone and let it bleed. The more involved, the less sure I am. It all gets crazy and everyone's a victim playing out centre stage in the ice rink. There's too much to get involved with, it's dangerous to think. You know it's all part of a scam. How happy I am! There's nothing I want more than your happiness, it's just that I want to be a part of it as well. That way, it could rub off on me.

Circle around me. Make me feel dizzy. If I am tied to the wall then just give me it all. Make no exceptions. I'm just in love or so they say. It's crazy since it's been so long. Developing jealousy burns faster because after all I'm just a paranoid cynic waiting in the wings to collect you. I will catch you no matter what. It's what I've wanted to do. To breathe in your kisses would taste of victory. You know it's all crazy. So please don't fight it from me. My defences are down and you're allowed to come in. But could I become an unwelcome visitor in my own home?

I'm just a paranoid cynic waiting the wings. Just collecting all the things I want to give you. Even if I'm one or two dimensional, at least cut me some slack. It's amazing what these chemicals inside you can do. They really turn a man inside out.

Burnt Dreams

Burnt dreams lingering in the mind. Paper to ashes. Ashes to dust. I don't know if lust plays a part just yet. Half the person with twice the lies. Seeking civil language. Descriptions become tainted with bleeding feeling. You've seen this before one too many times. It won't get any easier.

Burnt dreams healing in your memory when there's someone else involved. I feel like a tourist. A helpless voyeur. The secret histories unlocked. Half the person with twice the lies. Always cheated. Emotional manipulation. You know as well as I do we're just never really part of the picture. No work of art can ever con you. But you can always make duplicates.

Burnt dreams circling the thoughts in your head. In the past, betrayal, blackmail. A story for sale but you hold me captivated. A private audience keen to hear out every word. If we were just associates, perhaps everything would be better. All equals out, and mistakes have been made. In the end we're just associates. A long list who know the deal inside and out but still haven't got a clue what to do. Like everything else in life.

Chanson D'amour/Liebeslied

L'amour. Je ne sais pas avec toi. Les langues n'est pas assez bien. Je t'adore. C'est incroyable. C'est l'amour. Le doux amour.
Die Liebe. Ich weise nicht mit du. Die Sprachen ist nicht gut genug. Ich liebe dich. Es ist unglaublich. Es ist Liebe. Die süße Liebe.
C'est tout pour toi. C'est toujours pour toi.
Es ist alle für dich. Für immer für dich.
Ne me quitte pas.
Verlasst mich nicht bitte.

Play The Lullaby

You paint me a different season. Inside and out. The purity in the colours. All your words in different languages bring reminders of dead feelings resurrected from the grave. The new lining being silver once again. Cultivate my entity. Our mutual identity. It never exists but it does in our fractured minds.

And the picture stands. Walks. Moves. Talks. Creatures form. Born by birth. Die by death. Made in marriage. A new law in factories. All our buildings believe. Close us off to believe we are the same thing. And yet it means nothing to me until I'm in the hall waiting for you. And it's no good fuelling old dreams by haunted desires that taste of bitter regrets. It's your call and I'm facing the strain.

Play the lullaby that sends me to sleep. Place your ice cold hands on my head and shut me off. Play the lullaby that sends me to sleep. Close your eyes and make sure. That's all that's needed. It's what we're all looking forward. I can hear the heartache in your voice. I can hear the heartache. The more I fight, the more I give in. The more I give in, the sweeter you make it. The sweeter it is, the more I want to melt in the sunshine with you by my side. And I've got nothing more to hide anymore. And I want to hide but only if you let me.