Full Tank of Petrol

It's easy to be here but not enough to see. We take on the places but never play the part. We're all different faces locked up inside. You like to think you've got a few personalities but it's hard to remember one. I am the gauntlet that you keep running from.

Smokescreen mirrors illuminate my demise. I feel out of place and out of mind. You make me nervous, your hawk like eyes never miss a thing. We never let ourselves in, just talk in the cold. If I could feel anything worthy of emotion, I'd waste it. Not every part of land can walk the line for you. And we've never sung from the same sheet. I keep thinking my lies are part of what I do best to attract you.

Serious delusions only make me feel worse. Wish I could see you drive with a full tank of petrol. With your hands on the wheel, you're in control of us all in our fatalist fantasy. But we're not having fun tonight. We are our own little TV show playing to all those concerned. Wish I could see you drive with a full tank of petrol. Maybe we can go somewhere. Or anywhere. I'm in your hands tonight.

It's Your Future

Numb as we move. Numb to everything around. I would have let you go. Too many pictures cloud my memory. You would always have access. Even when I spy through the glass. Just to get into your feelings. I feel so disconnected, I don't even know where to turn next. Tell me where to go. It's the only way I'll know I'll have any kind of clearance.

What use is language? I never know what to do or what to say. Your mind keeps me guessing as to what happens next. Creating smokescreens out of ice and fire. I can't help but admire the view but I get no nearer. I don't want to ruin the illusion for myself but at the same time it would have helped had I have known.

It's in your illusion that I fall again. It's when you voice your opinions that I fall again. The sweetest illusion is the bitterest pill. When magnets attract, they repel. We speak sometimes but we never tell. It's your future I'm worried about, I don't care for mine. It's your future I care about, I don't want to know mine.

Don't Try To Catch Me

I suppose I should anticipate this. You're Jekyll and Hyde. And if I don't give into your desires, you give into your hysterical nature. So I broke your heart, so what more do you want? I'm demonized. I'm less than human to your myopic eyes. What more do you want? A 360 degree turn into love. Love that I could never give you. But it wouldn't have mattered to you, just so long as someone lay down naked with you and said "I love you."

Someone to put your arms around, someone to feel happy with. Your crazed nature belongs to someone else yet you put the blame on me. Because I'm cold, because I don't care for you. And yet you will still say you love me, just to get an inch nearer. Trying to break down my defences. If you really loved me, you'd leave me. That's what I want or rather, what I would prefer. But that's no game for you. I'm just another body lost in your mind. I mutate into a monster but really, that's what you do. Not that you would see it like that.

Platonic means nothing to you.......and when it's used it fits with the false nature of trying to pretend nothing ever happened. But yet everywhere I turn, I just can't escape you. I tried to tell you twice but obviously it's just not enough. What part did you fail to understand? Leave me in the past and don't try to catch me again. So I broke your heart, I don't sympathize at all. If I did, I would have been another person.