Broken Thoughts - short stories

Smeared Sentence

This, unlike the others, is not a short story but lyrics I wrote the beginning of this year. Although it does correlate with my book 'Average Crash' the daydreaming sequence the beginning of 'chapter 9: I Used to' Just read and you understand.

"Smeared Sentence"

(intro)
Today,
I went back to where it all started
With a class
For a Biology project
Couldn't pay attention
Though
Kept being reminded
Of the words, I couldn't manage

(verse 1)

"Did I mention, it was all my fault
I'm the enemy of my own life
what happened comes down to personal reflection
If you're having a good time, you may forget about a few things: That are important
Although they linger in my head
Like remnants
I forgot to miss
These days, I waste so much of my time reminiscing... the way we met...
I'm pretty sure, from day one...
She could grasp my scared sole, my dreaded past
With those thick black glasses, Of hers

In Earth Science,
She had a hurricane of a personality
Making her smarmy comments
She made me an optimist
Inside of a pessimist
She would talk about anything, period
She indulged in her bad habits
But in the end, I found out I was the one addicted

(Chorus)

Now, If I had a chance
I would cry out words of nonsense
A smeared sentence, out of touch, but words that meant so much
A Smeared Sentence
Blurred by emotion
Conceived by confusion
Inter-fused, paper to pen
Every single letter
Left ink on this skin

(verse 2)
She wasn't shy when she held me tight (but when I caught her sight I-...)
Couldn't say any words... I won't say anything at first
I'd be too ashamed
I wasn't dressed for the occasion; the rain makes it hard to dress to the 9s
But she opens her arms,
Like she did so many times,
Before it turned a frantic me... Calm
But not this instance
I was a nervous wreck
So, she whispers "Insanity
Comes after innocent
As you beg every question
See where your curiosity leads."
She finishes as are body meet

I dig my face into her large breasts
So, she couldn't perceive the tears going down my cheek
Trying to hold in the familiarity
The tranquility,
Of what used to be
Of how she used to...
Like I was one of her own
(how she) made her arms my new second home
Free of pain, free of tragedy
Now her soft mellow voice is the death of me

(Chorus)

Now, If I had a chance
I would cry out words of nonsense
A smeared sentence, out of touch, but words that meant so much
A Smeared Sentence
Blurred by emotion
Conceived by confusion
Inter-fused, paper to pen
Every single letter
Left ink on the skin

(Bridge)

This is my cruse
For not saying one word
For not being able to talk
When it matters (the) most
Now I'm one of the ghosts... they speak about
Only if- you could notice my heart as it beats,
The last time I recollected myself, it pleaded...In the dark of night, it bargained with me "What's the point of living if you didn't live" (Come on, Take that risk) ... Be impulsive, do what Bon Jovi says))

(Chorus)

Now, If I had a chance
I would cry out words of nonsense
A smeared sentence, out of touch, but words that meant so much
A Smeared Sentence
Blurred by emotion
Conceived by confusion
Inter-fused, paper to pen
Every single letter
Left ink on the skin