"Tonight I Am Going To Wash The Hippy"
[Originally by Moneen]
Too late tonight, I'm gone and your miles ahead and I'm lost.
Throughout this darkened scene, clear skies are what I need. [x2]
The light resides in lines, offset in different times.
And I'm blinded by a sea of this strange memory.
Frames change and I'm still lost.
scene stills lay still in this fog, and I try only to see straight through into you.
Your eyes become so bare, an eager and empty stare.
And I'm blinded by a sea of this strange memory.
And I am...and I see.. it's just me.
And I drift quietly through the trees.
My mind separates from my body.
Days late, I'm not around now..(am I still waiting) I don't care.
Dreams escape all my thoughts. Awake.
I dream of a fate I cannot escape, now it's too late.
Time dies in straight lines. Waiting, I can't take ANYTHING,
You try to believe EVERYTHING, but I can't, but I can't
Too late, tonight I'm gone (And I am)
Too late, tonight I'm gone (And I see)
Too late, tonight I'm gone (It's just me)
Too late, tonight I'm gone...
My dreams have been dark as of late. Last night I dreamed I could time travel, inevitably I used this ability to try to change what I perceived to be wrong in my life and protect my loved ones (one in particular). The more I tried to fix, the worse things got. My worst fears were realized when I tried to protect her from harm, only invite it on her and myself.
In the last instance it seemed to be in the 20's gangster/moll era, she was made up like a flapper (a good look for her) and accompanied by some rather unpleasant individuals. I, of course confronted them with my usual subtlety, which is to say I started a fight that ended in a hail of bullets. The last thing I remember before I woke up was that I was wounded and dying and she had pulled me into a dimly lit bathroom to try to tend to my wounds.
She seemed to know me and not know me at the same time. As I slowly bled to death, she asked me "Why did you do this? all I could reply was "I had to try, one last time". It seemed to register deep in her mind, all the previous attempts that had met with failure. The last thing I said before I died was that "I would do it all again, for you.", and then I woke up.
That might seem an anti-climatic ending to some of you, but you aren't in my head or witness to me coming out of a nightmare. Sometimes I wake up screaming, sometimes I wake up crying, and sometimes I wake up swinging. I don't feel like talking anymore
[Originally by Moneen]
Too late tonight, I'm gone and your miles ahead and I'm lost.
Throughout this darkened scene, clear skies are what I need. [x2]
The light resides in lines, offset in different times.
And I'm blinded by a sea of this strange memory.
Frames change and I'm still lost.
scene stills lay still in this fog, and I try only to see straight through into you.
Your eyes become so bare, an eager and empty stare.
And I'm blinded by a sea of this strange memory.
And I am...and I see.. it's just me.
And I drift quietly through the trees.
My mind separates from my body.
Days late, I'm not around now..(am I still waiting) I don't care.
Dreams escape all my thoughts. Awake.
I dream of a fate I cannot escape, now it's too late.
Time dies in straight lines. Waiting, I can't take ANYTHING,
You try to believe EVERYTHING, but I can't, but I can't
Too late, tonight I'm gone (And I am)
Too late, tonight I'm gone (And I see)
Too late, tonight I'm gone (It's just me)
Too late, tonight I'm gone...
My dreams have been dark as of late. Last night I dreamed I could time travel, inevitably I used this ability to try to change what I perceived to be wrong in my life and protect my loved ones (one in particular). The more I tried to fix, the worse things got. My worst fears were realized when I tried to protect her from harm, only invite it on her and myself.
In the last instance it seemed to be in the 20's gangster/moll era, she was made up like a flapper (a good look for her) and accompanied by some rather unpleasant individuals. I, of course confronted them with my usual subtlety, which is to say I started a fight that ended in a hail of bullets. The last thing I remember before I woke up was that I was wounded and dying and she had pulled me into a dimly lit bathroom to try to tend to my wounds.
She seemed to know me and not know me at the same time. As I slowly bled to death, she asked me "Why did you do this? all I could reply was "I had to try, one last time". It seemed to register deep in her mind, all the previous attempts that had met with failure. The last thing I said before I died was that "I would do it all again, for you.", and then I woke up.
That might seem an anti-climatic ending to some of you, but you aren't in my head or witness to me coming out of a nightmare. Sometimes I wake up screaming, sometimes I wake up crying, and sometimes I wake up swinging. I don't feel like talking anymore