Slip into something more comfortable,
the way things used to be.
With an ashtray full of burnt out dreams,
and a paragraph filled with memory.
I've lost everything I ever fucking wanted
To a girl who wanted everything.
When a miracle comes from a torn black label,
It's piano music that plays behind the scenery.
Supple.
Conspicuous are the motives of "Ladies and Gentlemen."
And even in the underworld the Greats are disreguarded.
Such a triumphant moment, nobody saw,
Because in my group of friends...The theatre is dead.
I lay in lies shaped like jellyfish.
I dare not move or let my breath lose its balance.
When you get stung by those colored green,
It's hard to hold still or give your second chance.
Supple.
I walked away through anger and a play.
I came back with a new thought on life. And although,
I live for the Jellyfish, the Ashtray, and a paragraph.
The true love of my life is that supple piano.
Soft Hope.
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