I'm still waiting on my cup of tea and cigarette for Christ's sake,
sipping on the heartache over dinner with my blind fate.
It's something we remember when the time fades.
Winter's getting bitter, summer-skin is in a dry state.
She spoke love affair. I spoke sincerity.
And you can tell along the line, she lost her clarity.
The look she wore said, "I know the ghost is here with me,
your vocal tone is breathing life into it and it's clear to see."
Art junkies in a modern-day.
Politics, tatted skin, music on replay.
We come from radios, CD's, and cassette tapes.
I'm not surprised that you can see in your head-space.
It would be nothing more than peachy if we escaped,
sleeping in a Hotel? Easily an estate.
I adore the connection between us more than you'd ever believe.
You're gorgeous in every single damn way.
We'll walk the city-street and kiss inside of taxi cabs.
Writing our name onto the window with our finger so they witness why we can't detach.
We're like the classic match.
Living our life in white and black, in fact.
She's got her heart on her scarf, I'm wearing mine on my hoody and sweater.
Remarkable days. How could I forget her?
It all was a phase. But, this couldn't be better.
She's like an angel with metal stuck in her face.
Far away we can settle. Wait for forever.
Save this letter. That way you remember,
it's not as jaded and fake as the people make it seem.
I put it on the life within my bones and all the ink in me.
A runaway from the brutal life we often lead.
Let's wipe the slate of all of that and can we start it clean?
I know that this could be something.
Abandon all of your worry when I say one thing...
(Hook)
Doubt on your lips.
I taste it on my mouth. God, it's sick.
Maybe conscience is clogging bits of all of this.
My thoughts are foggy. Kind of hard to sit, think clear.
This may steer you the wrong way, but trust is like a shot in the dark.
It could go through the both of us at our walk in the park.
It can skim the skin of our faces and leave us to be,
totally shattered with dripping tears and you weak in the knees.
I don't know.
We met in the perfect setting, dear.
Things are too good to be true,
and I learned that sex-appeal and such a perfect personality's a murder meant to kill.
My scribble compared to your cursive gets me feeling like I'm not enough.
And maybe someone else is.
And maybe every word you say's another sales-pitch.
Am I worth the chamomile, bag of pills, and champagne?
Our plans were to drift away from that pain.
I know your secrets. I fancy them all.
Saw it in you at the Lounge, romancing and talking - holding on our coffee mugs.
Be honest with me. It's only more to love. The damage is done.
I'm dying to fix the piece beneath your breastbone.
Craving for the same exact reasons that you left home.
So many rumors to believe in that I left hope sitting on the counter,
didn't see me leave it there, though.
We can go back. I'll give it a chance.
It's not the scars, it's the whispers and sick little scams.
I guess I'm scared of commitment; getting ripped into halves.
When it begins, addicted to your kisses, I am.
What's worse is that I'm re-creating who you are.
Wishful thinking as we walk upon your boulevard.
I love you so much that I'll change you in a second.
Just to make you imperfected. If there's pain, it's interesting.
Let's get faded...
(Hook)
credits
from The Collage EP,
released August 24, 2012
Credit goes to Adele for the sample used within this track.
(Adele - "Chasing Pavements")
Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen
years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable....more
