eccentric

another drop in the bucket

i have a tattoo of you on my knee, like she has a brooze of her boss on hers, its in the form of scar tissue and forgotten smiles in the face.
i tripped up while going down, as usual, as i did before, as i've done since.
its still not easy to see you, not that i ever really do anymore.
i forget to record the love song that never exsisted so i can play you backwards and read into all the hidden messages i ignored before.
there is is a wisper that sits on my shoulder were the chip was.
I tried to tack it down next to the black and white pictures that didn't develope fast enough for you to see.
it screems and always will because the only thing worse then ending the concert to soon, is watching the awkward silence kill the mood of everyone in the room.