Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Steeple Chased Needle.

I killed the dreams
of a loved one it seems
I would kill to mend
the two together again
Like a needle in an arm
I pulled the plug to disembark
Letting memories haunt
me in my dreams

But could I have cared more
Should I have dared more
For the sake of loving you
My heart knows the beating
This is God's way of treating
A young girls soul and its wound
I should have been more careful with you.

Hammering home
all the good ones we know
Searching for just
one piece from your room
You count for more
than my years can count for
You must know what
I've gotten into

But could I have cared more
Should I have dared more
For the sake of loving you
My heart knows the beating
This is God's way of treating
A young girls soul and its wound
I will have to be more careful with you.

The calendar year, hangs amidst the veneer
With your sunglasses that don't fit your face
I failed to appear, where you seemed to have steered
Now your mirror is held on by tape
She was special, and my biggest mistake
The mistake was letting go, I could wait

But could I have cared more
Should I have dared more
For the sake of loving you
My heart knows the beating
This is God's way of treating
A young girls soul and its wound
I should have been more careful with you.

1 comment:

chad said...

doesn't it suck how the pain from life makes the best lyrics/poetry. i really love the imagery. you can see the development in your writing man, it's really maturing well. :)
chad<><