the lies get worse when you're out of your head

saturday 13th july 2002 @ 23:40

summer sun, hazy beach, fatboy slim for free, 200 thousand people. the city burns. sirens wail constantly in a riotous air. a convoluted strut through daytrippers and fans. city life that reeks of beer and sweat and piss on pavements. and under the watchful eye of a crescent moon on a turquoise sky...

i think of you. the meaningless words. i should deny myself your compliments. i am not your saviour.

you touch me like you want me, but on a frivolous night i can see the lies still. and my heart is already broken. so when it hurts me still, the pain just lasts longer. i will not sleep because i cannot face the dreams of you.