Creator destroyer from Sparks by poetry for punks

I watch from a tower in the back of my mind
I watch from a window as the living walk by
Down below
Walking with quiet dreams
Walking out quiet day
but in my head
I might be sorry it makes no difference now
I might be wishing I had someplace to go
Hit the streets
looking out for the self that has left me lying
And I never seem to notice
It's too late before I know that all of
The love inside has been empty
The world we made has been ending
but like a ghost that hangs around and won't forgive its earthly sins
I carried on this love for you
It's how my body lives

My darling
How are you?
How have you been lately?
I only seem to speak to you in superficial things

And these are the few of very many things
I can't begin to say out loud
If only a song could carry us on
But I know I'm only entertaining myself

I thought that even after I've been stripped of all my pride
There still remains a place for you to crawl up inside
To crawl up inside
To crawl up inside
And I'm out of my mind
Out of my mind
Murderous bitch, and have my mind
I'm out of my mind
To be in love with you
The way that I'm in love with you
The way that I'm in love with you

• Alternative
• acoustic
• emo
• grunge
• indie rock
• Los Angeles