Brickwall Views

The Lawrence Arms

Don't break too many hearts

Don't take too many arrows in the chest

Cry comfortably, let us all know what you're thinking

Is there a gesture I could use to clearly express I'm at an utter loss for words?

Is there a part of you that's torn?

That's larger than life?

That'll hold on for one more night?

I've got a speech to make

Followed by a big parade

Northside

Closed eyes

All charades go on forever

Hands tied with fools pride

In a slowly fleeing summer

Just throw your hands up at the sky

No use trying to explain this

The clouds are mirrors

I'm disguised

I'm not all that entertaining

The city looks the same until you notice smaller changes

It still knows us all by name

It holds us close to its heart

All my hopes are unaligned

This diagnosis is self-designed

Northside

Closed eyes

All charades go on forever

Hands tied with fools pride

In a slowly fleeing summer

Empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to

Brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons

The days are flooding into months

The nights are staring into centuries

I've got some older pictures of people I see once every couple years

Intrigued or unamazed

"You were so much different back in those days"

And now this smile has a bitter curve

Now these eyes are unenchanted

And all we see is a faded image of what we used to be

How can we relate when we don't know a thing about each other anymore?

Is there a gesture I could use to clearly express I'm at an utter loss for words?