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Paint Over the Walls

Poetry By: Comte de Acheron
Song lyrics


Po-em, song lyrics, whatever they may be. They are lyrics of my own of a song I wrote. Not worth putting the link to the recorded version of it due to the cacophony of my voice.

Credit to hewouldhavelaughed.deviantart.com - she drew/painted the picture.


Submitted:Dec 28, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I listened to you the other night
and I noticed something quite terrifying
you were crying
'cause both weren't good
it's one or the other
and be what it should

That dream I had left me guilty in the morning
and want you did I, well I'm not lying
it's difficult to say when I looked in your brain
I saw what I was yesterday

They were all right, I was afraid it would be true
And I agree though when you say "I can't lose you",
but try as I might, my brain is muddled
my cogs are rusty, and I'm so befuddled

Lonelier today than yesterday
despite my little dog and the ones in my brain
but I come to think how they hardly count
and that leaves me hollow quite the amount

And why do I stay this way
Why can't I say it to you
say it to you
say it to you
say it to you
say it to you

The sky's not clear since it all was fear
and the counter is stained with toothpaste from haste
and scribbles of charcoal from bouts of anger
will never ceast to exist in here

Mum's agoraphobic
umbrella just chose it
And I love you still even after my pills
Change is something I often avoid
the comfort of chaos was nothing I enjoyed

But in the car with her forgetting about you
there's not much worse that I could do
So I wake up (with that taste in my mouth)
and listen to Avey Tare and Panda Bear
whilst I stare at the wall, some said it's odd
but not when I'm trying to fix my cogs

And why do I stay this way
Why can't I say it to you
say it to you
say it to you
say it to you
say it to you

And if I'm so in love with the sky
Why can't I just be the perfect guy
with no mess and no art
no Dickens or Alex
without my dreams
and homicidal antics

Paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls
paint over the walls.







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