i believe in time
and how it serves us not
i believe in the guard-rail on this winding road
how i have always wanted something
just in case my judgment fails me
well maybe you can just cut a clock in my wrist
to remind me
that i wait for you eternally
i believe in secrets that last forever
i believe in bleeding until you can gauze me
and fix my fucking heart
i won't take care of myself enough
so when you come back to me
you have something to clean up
i will fix my synthetic stare
to anything that reminds me of you
i will carve my body with words
and rehearse my sonata
so you will shake with pride
i have been so good lately that i have been wondering when i will throw it all away.
