I remember the way you laughed
but I try not to think about that.
I remember the night you called and said
you you were tired of being sad
well so was I.
Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
all in shades of grey and black.
And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.
paul baribeau - nothing to say
sing it girl
you say you want your freedom
well who am i to keep you down
it’s only right that you should play the way you feel it
but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
like a heartbeat drives you mad
in the stillness of remembering what you had
and what you lost.
I charged at the waves
With a glass in my hand
I was tossed like a ball
at the bottle stand
and I landed beside your
remains on the stones
where your cold fingers
wrapped around my ankle bones
mewithoutyou - fox’s dream of the log flume