Run Away Silence.

I'm writing myself down in the history books,
And there isnt't anything you can do to stop me.
When it all comes down to breaking promises
Or keeping hearts, I digress to a far away --
Let's begin with a faultering headache and a
Secret you kept long ago in a tree house.
You're backyard calls my name, and my bed
Lingers to the touch of your soft skin, powdered lips...:

[Chorus]
Coffee shops tell our story, and darkended eyes--
They tell what lies ahead of this wooden swing set.
Don't wait up(don't wait up), I'm not coming back to your open hand.
I'm needing a change of pace, a chance to run away
Into the stars, I will fall. You can't sing it right, and
I can't wait until this world falls hard onto the pavement.
Let me know when the impossible happens--
That's when you will be better than you claim.

The paint falls heavy on the canvas, and I'm shaking.
I try to walk you off, but the fireflies are whispering.
They talk of desire that I can't cope with any of it.
I whispers back, and I turn the corner with --
There you are in jeans, your t-shirt hardly fits your mood.
The grass is screaming mishaps, and your eyes are darting.
I won't let you break this mood, I won't let you get to me.
You grab my hand, and your soft powdered lips...:


[Chorus]
Coffee shops tell our story, and darkended eyes--
They tell what lies ahead of this wooden swing set.
Don't wait up(don't wait up), I'm not coming back to your open hand.
I'm needing a change of pace, a chance to run away
Into the stars, I will fall. You can't sing it right, and
I can't wait until this world falls hard onto the pavement.
Let me know when the impossible happens--
That's when you will be better than you claim.

[Bridge]
It's Friday night, and I'm here to stay.
Alone in the darkness, a tshirt on my fragile skin.
I'm making you sweat, and making you whisper.
You wonder what will happen next.
The fireflies are at it again, and you're a liar(such a liar).
I don't want you, I don't need you


[Chorus]
Coffee shops tell our story, and darkended eyes--
They tell what lies ahead of this wooden swing set.
Don't wait up(don't wait up), I'm not coming back to your open hand.
I'm needing a change of pace, a chance to run away
Into the stars, I will fall. You can't sing it right, and
I can't wait until this world falls hard onto the pavement.
Let me know when the impossible happens--
That's when you will be better than you claim.

That's when you will be better off with me.

Author's Note

I play guitar, and I wrote some music a while ago when I first got my acoustic. I never put words to the music, so here are some lyrics I chose to go with the music. Sorry you won't get the opportunity to hear it fully.