Earthly Chaos

I met you the other day.

A fairy tale, you walked my way.

Seems these dreams, they do come true.

But then are the parts they never tell you.

They never say the clouds get grey.

The storms come in, it forgets to rain.

They never mention this forever pain,

the aching burning tangled up again.

The reins pull harder at my chains.

I can't breathe in and forget why I came.

The earth, it spins around,

and the chaos so profound,

I never feared that I would drown.

Yet here the waves crash into shore

And I gasp as in come more

and the storms fall out to sea.

The skies, they clear, just for me.

Or so you say.

From so far away,

I don't even know if that's the man he used to be

or if he even means me.

The dreams, they fade,

and god I hate the day

that the world forgot to save my place.

It just kept spinning out there in space

and I don't know where I am

or who you are

or if that's even my dream anymore.

Fairy Tale Dreams

You were my dream, so many years ago.

And you were the hopes which I could never sow.

You were the peace I never even hoped to find.

And you were the love that once seemed so divine.

I never dreamt of a place like this,

I never felt the love of a true kiss.

I never hoped to be more than I knew,

for who should be there to see it through?

The fairy tales create this realm -

they sell happiness and love that abounds.

And I always wondered how.

How much will people pay for a glimpse at a life content?

How much will they waste away with this future, already spent?

Shallow Memories

I closed my eyes last night

just in time to hear my phone ring again.

And somehow I knew it was him,

and I knew better even then.

Yet here I am.

I woke up on the wrong side of morning,

the alarm forgot to ring.

And my dreams held off,

I already had enough of a fight

without thinking of one more thing.

And god I didn't think things would end this way.

I didn't think the nightmares would ever take his place.

And those worlds he helped me create,

they got erased in the light,

for it was their right to seek something better than I had to offer.

And so I sneak out the door

and I wonder what for.

What's the use in pretending I have any where else to be?

Damn those dreams that made me believe

I could ever be more than this simple flesh.

More than a weak toy at my best.

More than the whore with this bed as her nest.

And you never even knew I had come to rest.