Heartbreak Playlist

I did what most people do,
in times of heartbreak, depression and gloom.
I turned on the radio, and listened away,
to heartbroken masses, singing me the blues,
trying to find an answer, or anything at all.
A Claudio told me to crush her face in a door,
but I do believe I will refrain from that.
And although Billy is right, I would have given my
life for her, I cannot call her a w***e like Coheed can.
I have a problem, I’ve been told, for I lack the
constitution to rise against myself, and like the train
stop waiting.
I can only say that I am lost, three doors away from my home,
 because I am here without her,
and she still plays in my lonely mind
Maybe it would be best, if in the blue skys of october,
she would learn to hate me today.
And as things make no sense, four
British bugs tell me not to make my world a little
colder, to let it out and let it in.
But as I watch my stone soup get sour, I finally see
what forever feels like, alone inside my head,
marooned with my five brothers, having been
taken control by love.
And maybe the pearls at my feet are right,
and she only couldn’t find a better man til now,
and even though I hinder myself by saying I miss
her hair in my face, maybe she does deserve much
better than me.
It all seemed ever clear to me,
one day buying her a garden,
where her flowers could bloom,
and I could stay inside the
sunshine of her love,
with no need for sunscreen or any other
cream.
I dunno.
I should probably just find an asylum for my soul,
hop on a runaway train and never come back,
for it’s been kwelled up inside of me to get
behind the steering wheel,
since I can’t get behind my own life.
Amongst this city of colour,
I cannot help but feel like my heart
is in her hands.  Break me.
Come with me, on a journey,
in a lonely train to nowhere,
and don’t stop believing.
In this local town, I feel down,
as if born there,
having learned all my lessons before
now.  I better get used to it.
I blink, and realize I miss her,
and how she shouldn’t waste her
time on me.
Please, say it ain’t so, I will not go!
Standing here, in this mud and puddle,
I am calling out, begging to save her
from all of the obscene,
hoping she doesn’t f*****g hate me.
I have a check to cash, and where will it go?
To rent, to food, or burnt up in that firey ring
I call my love.
The other day, I went to the buffet, where a man
named Jimmy offered me a margarita,
and I indeed wasted away.
But never fear darling, it is of course my own damn fault.
When I am feeling rather down from the system,
I can agree that she is like heroine,
or the staind pants that keep me
right here waiting.
I dunno.  I feel talented to ask,
why can’t she belong to me?
This flower I found in a field of weeds?
To be modest like a mouse, I have to question,
whether the words she said to me meant more to me
than they ever would her,
or maybe she will just laugh all this off and it will
be okay.
Please, at the stroke of 9, don’t hate me,
don’t regret me, don’t ever, ever say I didn’t
love you.
Oh, and yes, I think I wanna smash his head in.
Maybe by the brooks, in the lowest of places,
I should just get by with
the help from my insect friends.
I dunno, I don’t know.
Even though through the blur of things,
I question why I needed you all along,
but I must say I’ve set my eyes on you,
and no one else, dead or alive, will do,
so open up your loving arms,
watch out, here I come.
What a trick you’ve pulled,
quite the cheap one I must say,
even though I still want you,
to want me.
I guess it is safe to say,
my favorite conclusion is,
as our siren song echos through the walls,
still I will wait, with a hope inside of me,
until again we meet,
to sit on this porch,
hand in hand,
swinging away all the problems and worries.
Till then, though, the gorilla in me wonders,
if broken down you are in love with him,
even though I’d love to see you again,
but indeed the question is,
what are we going to do? 

"Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?" -High Fidelity

Reviews

[LilyGrace]

Wow. Shot through with the despair such a break-up feels, you really convey how you feel... I like your shambled style, without particular structure or pattern; it's redolent of the emotion you convey. Some great imagery and figurative language. I'm sorry for your pain if this came from the heart... But it is a great write.
LGD