an idea for a song

(this is just the chorus of an unwritten song)

(IV)               (V)              (I)
      And when you tell me that you love me
                   (V7)             (Im?)
              I'll never     need to cry
                  (IIIm?)    (VIm?)  
              I'll never cry again
(IV)               (V)              (I)
      And when you tell me that you need me
                   (V7)            (Im?)
         That your love will never die
                  (IIIm?)    (VIm?)  (IV)
              I'll swallow it again

 ...

(IV)               (V)                 (I)
      And when you tell me that you're leaving
                   (V7)           (Im?)
                 I won't begin to cry
                  (IIIm?)    (VIm?)  (IV)
             I can never cry again
         (I)      (IIIm?)    (Im?) 
             I can never cry again

mind games

I want to get deep inside your Cranium
even if I've Scene It before...
I want to delicately explore your Mindtrap
(what I might find is Anybody's Guess).
Loaded Question are like mines scattering
this not-so-Trivial Pursuit.
And though I take it very seriously,
I sometimes fear that you're just
playing games.

all i see is a thousand dreams
wrapped up in thinly veiled tissue paper
and buried beneath a smock.

sticks piled overhead, it's so tightly packed
that we can barely suck the air through.

get me out of this city decrepit.

looking back on high school

i wore a headband, and two shoes that were made of leather, and sweat,
while yours were made of money. my shirts didn't fit properly,
and you wouldn't let me get away with geniality.

i was too afraid to be myself, or anyone else, because my
acting skills weren't up to par, and i was
constantly
on
stage.

i'm not a punk, i'm not a goth, i'm not free,
just trapped by the reality
of your netherworld.