Orchestrated Feelings (At Five O'Clock with Fumbling Fingers; Insides of Copper)
Sometimes I try
to orchestrate my feelings.
Turn it into music,
to drown out the noise
(of my life)
Sometimes I try
to break myself down.
It’s just to feel something,
when I can’t.
(it’s okay, right?)
Sometimes I try
to keep the time.
Repetition of the hours
means Something or Nothing.
(I think Nothing)
It’s just the same lines,
Over and over again,
Just the same times,
Shoving me onto my ass.
(You don’t know me)
A tidal wave pushes me back—
I can’t swim.
An ocean of tears,
Black mascara dripping down.
A lie in lipstick and a black dress.
An orchestrated life, nothing of your own.
Focus blurs, falling down slowly—
I thought you knew.
to orchestrate my feelings.
Turn it into music,
to drown out the noise
(of my life)
Sometimes I try
to break myself down.
It’s just to feel something,
when I can’t.
(it’s okay, right?)
Sometimes I try
to keep the time.
Repetition of the hours
means Something or Nothing.
(I think Nothing)
It’s just the same lines,
Over and over again,
Just the same times,
Shoving me onto my ass.
(You don’t know me)
A tidal wave pushes me back—
I can’t swim.
An ocean of tears,
Black mascara dripping down.
A lie in lipstick and a black dress.
An orchestrated life, nothing of your own.
Focus blurs, falling down slowly—
I thought you knew.