bus rides & words to pass the time

bus rides & words to pass the time

A Poem by brianna vega

you dont want to live & you dont want to give in

the worlds so beautiful in all of its waste

your beds so empty you want to sink in

your nothing but faliure in your mothers eyes

another punching bag and pill to help her sleep at night

family full of strangers who think they know you

and your the only one who says i love you hitched to goodbye

in your lovers eyes all you see is his face

reflected black reflected back

you watch the world spin but no one watches you

or how you move

this bus rides so silent

humming wheels and passing cars

and your broken headphones cant block it out

you want to scream as they watch you silently

glued to thier seats

you dont want to live & you dont want to give in

the worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste

so you live for drunken nights

held tight held tight

but all he sees is himself reflected in your eyes

watching waves at the beach

as they crash and falll

crash and fall

counting helicopters as stars in polluted dark skys

this worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste

so you live for cigarettes

they make you sick sometimes

an empty stomache lungs filled with ash

books and cds

to make this bus more entertaining than watching the streets

your wishing your the girl some guy sung about wrote about

everyline isnt enough to get it out

and the worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste

and when your boyfriend tells his friends why he loves you so

why he loves you so

you want to scream as you over hear

thats not me

thats not me.

© 2010 brianna vega


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Added on February 18, 2010
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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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