Sentimental Pieces

I’m torn between what I know I should do and how I really feel But I see someone’s trying so hard to no avail I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what Even when I find what I’m looking for I still search Is my thin heart feeling skin, mind, or its twin? We’re swimming in a sea of lost forevers I feel like I’ve been crawling on my hands and knees for 1,000 days in the heat of the desert And the sand in my throat stops my lungs from functioning and I can’t breathe Such is what you do to me but God I love it Trapped inside our weak shells I guess I never learned to listen So I guess it figures I don’t even listen to myself I just want love I don’t care if it’s numb I’m blown apart by this brand new information I received I hate to watch someone try when it’s just so useless Whatever it is I’m hoping for, kill it I’ll never find what I’m looking for so what’s the point? My liquid heart is feeling all you give me I’m falling through a hole in a seemingly perfect sky I feel like I’ve been crawling on my hands and knees for 1,000 days in the heat of the desert And the sand in my throat stops my lungs from functioning and I can’t breathe Such is what you do to me but God I love it Trapped inside our weak shells I guess I never learned to listen So I guess it figures I don’t even listen to myself I just want love I don’t care if it’s numb I feel like I’ve wasted everyday of these years Hoping and praying on this ‘someday’ belief But I think I looked in your eyes on a beautiful Sunday And I realized I missed you No That’s so wrong I don’t miss you I miss us So use these words however you want I’ve given you the glove to catch all these sentimental pieces And as you slowly return my heart to me I realize you gave me a false one So I guess you just want to torture me But I know you don’t mean it I’m simply torturing myself I’m sorry Tell me again that you’re sorry My eyes are just useless, I can’t see, I’m blind, I can’t even cry You cleaned out my soul just so I could make it dirty again And you know I’m sorry for that too And I could just sit here and tell you ‘I wish’ but wishing didn’t work then and it won’t work now Trapped inside our weak shells I guess I never learned to listen So I guess it figures I don’t even listen to myself I just want love I don’t care if it’s numb Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 04:03 PM PST, daniel (6) joseph (6) scarpa (6)   20 • 0 • 1