Friday, February 26, 2010

Today's Atmosphere: Cloud Nine

I like Pop Tarts.


This is how I feel about them:


I fear-Darling
The machine ate the tape.
I fear-sweet thing,
That the hour's growing late.
You hold the door-forever,
And I'm forever away.
But your door's not mine;
Oh, your door's not mine.

I have gone-too far
Into my own head.
And now I'm-stuck hard
'Cuz I can't get enough of it;
Enough of you-this time,
Though this time just won't quit
A minute hand.
The longest minute hand.


And I don't want to swim
At the speed of light
If you're stuck where you are.
And I don't want to race
With gods and angels alike
If you're just a distant star.
Darling, I know
It-is-strange
For me to love
You-this-way,
But there's something that you've just got to know:
Life ends-where you end.
Love goes-where you go.


I look-with longing
At what's not too far away.
And I know-what's coming;
What will change and what must stay.
Kill this pointless space-between us,
Or it will be the death of me.
Suffocated air.
Just suffocated air.


And I don't want to swim
At the speed of light
If you'r stuck where you are.
And I don't want to race
With gods and angels alike
If you're just a distant star.
Darling, I know
It-is-strange
For me to love
You-this-way,
But there's something that you've just got to know:
Life ends-where you end.
Love goes-where you go.


And it seems to me-to be simpler
When it flows across-the room.
My heart couldn't be much emptier,
Knowing it's not part of-you.
These gaps aren't made to stay there,
But they aren't filling too.
Let me slit my throat and lie-down.
Let this blood
Bleed me through...


'Cuz I don't want to swim
At the speed of light
If you're stuck where you are.
And I don't want to race
With gods and angels alike
If you're just a distant star.
Darling, I know
It-is-strange
For me to love
You-this-way,
But there's something that you've just got to know:
Life ends-where you end.
Love goes-where you go.


Baby this life-will end;
And this heart will beat.
And this blood will flow
Red, through the streets.
It will stain your shoes,
And bleed right through
To the core;

Please know I couldn't love this more.


The best part of swimming
At the speed of light
Is getting where you are.
And I'd race
With gods and angels alike
If I could win one blessed star.
Darling, I know
It-is-strange
For me to love
You-this-way,
But there's something I'm surprised you don't know:
Life ends-where you end.
Love goes-as far as you go.


I'll go
Wherever you-go.



May our toasters all be working, and may our Pop Tarts be well worth the wait.
-Erica

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