quieteyes; lullabies

I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights,
and the cool guys that you spent them with.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.

Don’t you see, don’t you see,
that the charade is over?
And all the “Best Deceptions” and “Clever Cover Story” awards go to you.
So kiss me hard
‘cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday
and this awkward kiss that tells of other people’s lips will be of service
to keeping you away.

I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us.
Well I guess I should have heard of that from you.
I guess I should have heard of that from you.

Don’t you see, don’t you see,
that the charade is over?
And all the “Best Deceptions” and “Clever Cover Story” awards go to you.
So kiss me hard
‘cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday
and this awkward kiss that screams of other people’s lips will be of service
to keeping you away, to keeping you away.

I’m waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I’ll be all right when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I’d rather say nothing.
I’d rather you’d never heard my voice.
You’re calling too late
too late to be gracious
and you do not warrant long good-byes.
You’re calling too late
You’re calling too late
You’re calling too late.

Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we’re doing fine,
we’re doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won’t you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
“hey did you get some?”
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can’t hear…
so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won’t you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it