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In the Red (Learning to Drive Left-Handed)
by Mayhem Lettuce
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The history is deafening; the fiction will be true
An alternate universe cracks and bleeds as I plead unto you
No one understand me when I'm looking in your eyes
No one understands you like I promise to try
I promise to try
There's a phantom of a kiss hiding somewhere on your lips
And I can't understand why I haven't chased it out
Haven't pried it from your mouth and proudly stood my ground
I remember when things were less candid - Before the kiss firmly planted
I don't think I'll ever understand it - I certainly never could've planned it
When did the world turn so slanted? - How will I ever withstand it?
I promise I won't take you for granted - I'm sorry for all the times that I've ranted
Such a strange place we've landed - In love forever here we're stranded
A sinner I'll be ever branded - For learning to drive left-handed
The purple barely shows through anymore
It's too bright now and it's too late to see the sun
Red and yellow exist in memory and reflection only
If only that were true - sunset on a fingernail
The pen stutters in my fading fingers when there's too much red
Red infesting the trinities of time
Crimson Scarlet Rust covers all my clocks brittle and failed
Fingers tied and painted ache in remembrance of sins 23 times replayed
My mouth leaks lubricants unneeded at thoughts hidden beneath your sweater
Stained red echoes of too early too soon too little too much too late too right tonight
My car is filthy, you laugh, crime spattering sheepishly on every inch of the photograph
The hair on your arms perks up at my approach
A forest of delight I can't explore tonight - Maybe never again
Not until the world grows empty and asks for more children
Meantime, there are cats to pet and sins to count and stars to wish on
And grey enough to coat the world in - To make it more mine
To conceal the red; to conceal from the red the beauty and horror of love unbridled
A clever thief am I
Stealing free bread from the little red wagons of children too old to care
Stealing the hearts from all the Angels too sad to fly
Stealing language from the Gods to shower you with
I'll never be clean again.
The history is deafening; the fiction will be true
An alternate universe cracks and bleeds as I plead unto you
No one understand me when I'm looking in your eyes
No one understands you like I promise to try
I promise to try
There's a phantom of a kiss hiding somewhere on your lips
And I can't understand why I haven't chased it out
Haven't pried it from your mouth and proudly stood my ground
I remember when things were less candid - Before the kiss firmly planted
I don't think I'll ever understand it - I certainly never could've planned it
When did the world turn so slanted? - How will I ever withstand it?
I promise I won't take you for granted - I'm sorry for all the times that I've ranted
Such a strange place we've landed - In love forever here we're stranded
A sinner I'll be ever branded - For learning to drive left-handed
The purple barely shows through anymore
It's too bright now and it's too late to see the sun
Red and yellow exist in memory and reflection only
If only that were true - sunset on a fingernail
The pen stutters in my fading fingers when there's too much red
Red infesting the trinities of time
Crimson Scarlet Rust covers all my clocks brittle and failed
Fingers tied and painted ache in remembrance of sins 23 times replayed
My mouth leaks lubricants unneeded at thoughts hidden beneath your sweater
Stained red echoes of too early too soon too little too much too late too right tonight
My car is filthy, you laugh, crime spattering sheepishly on every inch of the photograph
The hair on your arms perks up at my approach
A forest of delight I can't explore tonight - Maybe never again
Not until the world grows empty and asks for more children
Meantime, there are cats to pet and sins to count and stars to wish on
And grey enough to coat the world in - To make it more mine
To conceal the red; to conceal from the red the beauty and horror of love unbridled
A clever thief am I
Stealing free bread from the little red wagons of children too old to care
Stealing the hearts from all the Angels too sad to fly
Stealing language from the Gods to shower you with
I'll never be clean again.
