About the Author
At the first cutting light of August, many years ago, the world got the first glimpse of the entity known henceforth as
Leon Yip. It decided to douse the aforesaid with sunshine, sweets, and loads of love.
Legend has it, so convicting were his words, that upon his request, the world agreed to revolve around him, forever, and ever, and ever.
Posted on: Sunday, October 05, 2008
Posted at: 8:58 PM
Lights out, I still feel the rain,
these images have filled my head,
now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
tell my voice what it takes to
speak up, speak up,
keep my conscience clean when I wake.
Don't make this easy, I want you to mean it,
Jaesey,
say you mean it.
You're dressed to kill, I'm callin' you out.
Don't waste your time on me.
Now there's an aching in my back,
a stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense, and confidence,
to bring an end to promises that I made in times of
desperate conversations,
hoping my night would be better than as in the end,
just say when.
Don't make this easy, I want you to mean it,
Jaesey,
say you mean it.
You're dressed to kill, I'm callin' you out.
Don't waste your time on me.
I never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar.
I never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire.
I never lit match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.
Call me a name, kill me with words.
Forget about me, its what I deserve.
I was your chance to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car, and left you to
wait outside. (I hope the air would serve to remind you that my eyes are as cold, as a glance of your breath, and my words are as timed as the beating in your chest.)I finally know what this song means, as well as Six Feet Under the Stars. I finally interpreted them.
