your face, your face, your face
i want to look at your face as i listen to the epic beats in 30 paces or less
i want to freeze frame your face as the music washes over me
and i shake my head back and forth, back and forth, hair swinging side to side
and i dance alone, the radio pumping, your face frozen in time.
if i could only…sing a little song…if i could only…get you to sing along…
if i could only…hold your face…if i could only…negate this space…
i ended up where i started, where i went wrong. who knew they’d be one and the same? who knew that everyone looks like you anyway?
and everytime i go to suck someone’s blood, there you are, as if you had never left. where i started, and where i ended.
oh, your beautiful face, just staring back. a smirk, your only expression. but this time, you don’t see me. you don’t even know me. and the guitar plays on.
one by one, etc. shoes, etc. what happened, etc. well, you were disbarred. i got schooled. little kids shout “yay” in the background, completely unaware of our failures. these are the fibers of our life.
your face, your face, your face. it’s like i’m on a conveyor belt, ending up where i started, where i went wrong, going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. and it’s your face i see in every mirror, every reflection, every magazine article, every time i close my eyes, and every time i meet someone new. it’s always you, always and forever you.
so what do i do? swing my head back and forth, and turn the music up louder, hair flying about.
