you're just watching the reflections from empty storefront windows.
all is lost.
it's all i've ever written.
the essential ingredient of last night's behavior was alcohol.
sounds and lights
easy outs
time to showcase,
for tomorrow we eat ourselves.
you're so brilliant,
i'd find it hysterical if
tonight we kill each other
in smaller doses than we love each other
The pictures tell us scabs tonight,
while the words form disjointed sentences,
that explode to sell themselves.
here is something to remember me by.
we win, we lose...
sitting wonderfully in the Pomaire,
sharing a daze into each other...
a breeze of cold wind squalls by
and becomes lost in translation
I remember you in pleasant thoughts,
here's something to remember me by.
we win, we lose
we could have, and should have.
My lady luck, i never saw you so bitter and empty before.
All there is to do is watch the pendulum rock.
Heads are screaming off my tabletops.
Action and Unpredictability.
Decisions are nothing more than steam
to power involuntary causatum.
I tell you child, denounce the food.
I know i could have been someone else.
This century insists its own anti-philosophy.
Things will change that don't desire to, but much too late for those that do.
Don't riddle me with what is so unfair, lord knows it all too well, I am not pressed to be here.
Adam Cohen is 21 years of age, living in Lindenhurst, New York. Check out his two bands at http://www.myspace.com/louvre and http://www.myspace.com/ownthenightmusic.