Smith

You convinced yourself
I'd be there by now.
But you couldn't have seen me
Wave goodbye as I passed on...
There was always tommorrow

The deeper meanings lay
In straight white powdered lines
Standing out from the table,
They pulled open your mind
To let out the bottled sighs.

Maybe they could have let us
Build our worlds together, only
To have them ripped apart
In front of our eyes, the hard part
Getting used to the lonliness.

Church forcing and flushing
Your unsteady triple life
Hollow heluim prayers knocking
Bumping pointlessly, endlessly
Against the nicotine ceiling.

The words always came out
Sitting artfully in their places
So harsh and hard to grip
The way out was so much easier
Than the way in.