Believe

There’s something in my tone of voice
that suggests a little bit of desperation.
There’s something in my senses
that suggests a little bit of dilation.
And I’m not sure what to do, and I guess that
suggests a bit of ignorance on my part.
But I’m looking to you, and it’s all you can do
To rip me apart.

These words mean nothing
if there’s no one like you to believe in them.
But they must mean something
if you find yourself repeating them.
And I don’t care for hypocrites,
but they’re singing a sweet siren song,
a melody that’s clouding my reason,
and I don’t know right from wrong now.

There’s something missing from the scenes
of light and dark that have become my days.
There’s something missing from your eyes.
You’re left with a hollow gaze.
And I’m sure that I’m missing something.
I’m disoriented, twisted, turned all around.
You know everything’s just right, just so perfect
until it all comes down.

These words mean nothing
if there’s no one like you to believe in them.
But they must mean something
if you find yourself repeating them.
And I don’t care for hypocrites,
but they’re singing a sweet siren song,
a melody that’s clouding my reason,
and I don’t know right from wrong now.

What’s wrong with this picture?
There’s a jagged rip that separates you from me.
What’ wrong with this picture?
Everything’s a mess.
Life’s not how it’s supposed to be.
Yeah, I still have this picture.
It reminds me that I once had better days,
days that I still long for.  And for just this once,
won’t you please stay?

These words mean nothing
if there’s no one like you to believe in them.
But they must mean something
if you find yourself repeating them.
And I don’t care for hypocrites,
but they’re singing a sweet siren song,
a melody that’s clouding my reason,
and I don’t know right from wrong now.

© 2009 Luke Metzler