They don't think
That we can read those signs
They can't seem to grasp
That everything is wrong
In their sad little lives.
"Do not enter"
Sounds like quite
The sophisticated
Invitation to me
And dead ends
Are the best ends
Of all things
We read the signs
All wrong.
But they seem right to us.
"Closed" means
It's time
For the fun
After-party
And the best part would be
The wine for you
And for me.
"Open"
Means that it's
Time to run
And we'll come back
When it's all
Over and done.
Cause when
The arrows try to guide us
We disregard
All their possessive
Ways
Using hate
To show you
That's it's a little
Too late
The crowd
Has long since left
And we're full of regret
Because we ignored
The signs of our end.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoric
PoetrySeventh album. Maybe I'll slow it down and not post for a while after this one. I think I'm going a little too fast on my updates. Making up for being a bum this summer I guess. This one is a little different than all the rest, btw. Probably similar...
