Fear and convenience

     

You call it love.

But it’s clear, it isn’t one.

Fueled by the concoction of this thick syrupy melancholy

Which I drink like poison today.

I see things much clearer now.

You say you are suffocating,

And I can’t find no peace.

Drifting into insanity,

I feel things much nearer now.

You’re mixing things up,

Love and emotions

With fear and convenience.

Singing lies and lullabies,

Are you sleeping in the nights?

Because honey it’s 2 A.M.

And you’re talking to your friends.

And moving to a foreign country.

Choosing a life of misery,

Putting words in my mouth.

So, you tell them to yourself

And comfort your sullen conscience.

Are you sleeping in the nights?

Are you suffocated enough?

With this thing you call love.

Fear and convenience,

You mix in your coffee

As I drink my whiskey

And try to forget it.

Here in my room...

Will you stay with me, here in my room?

You hadn’t seen it before

Because I was ashamed

But now I don’t care.

Do you accept my flaws

Here in my room?

For my shoulders hurt

With the ache of carrying lies on my back.
 

It wasn’t as you expected,

My humble modest room.

But here is where I belong

And where I will turn to dust just as I rose.

 

Will you let me sing

And end the silence of my room?

For the quiet shouts louder

and I can use some sound

 

Well I hope you can take

My reality in my room.

I am done pretending

And stand naked with crumbled walls.