Time And Its Beautiful Nuisances

Appears time has come and gone again
Leaving me here to slowly die all alone
As the clocks chime and once more sing
A song of praise that seems to be sung
Every where I go by the same bird singing.
Praises, I suppose, the alarms for someone
Whom happen to have a place they belong

The rest of us find alarms to be annoying
As their bells remind me I am all alone
Hence why once more there is no woman
Whom remains by my side at least for long

Once again love must be again hidden
Where it is is a place I cannot even begin
To try and think nor even try and imagine
The places to start to even begin looking

All my life I been searching for passion
But seems all I find is endless sensation
To which is made out of horrible pain
My life has been made from suffering
Mostly thanks to a heart forever broken
As if that is how it was when I was born

Years of wearing denim worn thin
It makes me think of how you my darling
Have been the cause of affect and reason
That explains why I feel almost nothing
But am intrigued by how pale you been
It Is as if you're a ghost only I have known

Do you think one day I'll be healthy again?
If I ate right and quit smoking so often?
Or is this just how it will be til I am gone?
Heard it on more than one occasion
From the mouth of more than one woman
That said I'm fucked to point of no return
In silence you tell me more than speaking

The world is made for wandering
Not just to sit around and keep wondering
About all that may of one day been
If you found it in you to start walking
Rather than standing in one position
Never getting enough courage to abandon
All those people you thought you did own
In a sense to which would keep you down

which is true as they are shoes worn
By you on what became a daily routine
One day you finally realize this town
Your stuck living your life within
Cause everyone you knew kept you down
Made out of cement which did explain
Why you could do nothing but drown

You saw this fate before it was reality
Hence the love affair lasted all of July
Both knew without having to even say
That no house would be a home we enjoy
Simply tried to ignore the coming misery
Did our best to play along with joy

Shuffle the days like cards or days
That sit like rows on calendars
Eventually theyll mark our graves
For now they are just another cemetery
Marking the dates where life was funny

Coffins I know look quite peacefully
Despite thoughts being morbidly
Unhealthy for a boy to picture perfectly
It is just the future is always so scary
Rather lay here with you without worry

Takes a lot to love somebody
That is true, I know that with sincerity
No matter what it is not fair to be my baby
Still I long to discover a girl that is a lady
Except over a hundred by age thirty
Have come and gone in a fuckng hurry