Lisa's Counting Crows Shrine


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  • Another Drunken Memory

    • Posted Jul 3, 2009 9:12 PM

      A star that won’t shine cannot be a star at all
      I guess I can’t be one either
      I am feeling dull after everything that passed
      As I drift, mindless, through the ether
      I have sifted through the ash with hopes of a flame
      It has just been red, hot embers
      They smoke like the sun filled with everyone’s eyes
      That stare with hopes that I remember
      However, they know I do, I will never forget
      It is my cross to bear
      No matter how gone I wish them to be
      They will always remain right there
      I tell them that it is not the Christian thing to do
      You should always allow repentance
      So now why must they haunt like that man on the cross
      Who was just searching for acceptance
      I cried, just like him, as they dug that sword in
      Showing how weak I could be
      Now I lie upon my bed with your thoughts in my head
      Loveless, and never ending
      Now the room starts to spin the floor falls under me
      I never was meant for this
      I guess it is all too late I can no longer escape
      Those stars just ignored my wish
      Some had to have heard that I was in such pain
      Someone has to care for me
      There are silhouettes all around my bed
      Which one is the real thing
      Now just tie my arms high above my head
      Do what you will with this flesh
      We have all been here but how quickly we forget
      The past does not make a difference
      What you have right here is the future of despair
      I am your saving and righteous king
      I will lead you toward the light of some dominatrix fight
      Dressed in the leather armor so binding
      Because it just rides up as we fail to discuss
      All that leads us to this point
      So we now sit in silence as we watch the people pass
      Some holla back girl whom we anoint
      She will be our words because ours are not there
      They may be muddled but at least are heard
      She will liken all our phrases into one exasperated quote
      ‘So I am gonna fight, gonna give it my all’
      I guess that is all I should have myself say
      So goodnight and sweet dreams
      We are all God’s children, spoiled and rehearsed
      It is always worse than it seems
      I will be as you, just silent and removed
      Like these are not your words
      After so many years you are still hanging around here
      Move on, just remove this curse
      I have a woman who wants all that I can give
      I gave so much to you
      She waits patiently as I try to spring my heart free
      It is stuck within your shoe
      From all those times you spent dancing like a shrine
      Expecting me to just cow-tow
      But not anymore I will remain my own whore
      No, I still do not know how
      But it has to be better than all that there was
      Because you just tore me apart
      I gave it my all and now this woman has my love
      But I cannot give her my heart
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