Today is not that day.

Let me lick the luster of your soul baby.
Just talk a little more for me, so I can smile.
Mainline that fever, so I may blister and laugh.
Love me like I'm the perfect craft, to use.
But I'm a red light on the second line, hold on.
Talkin' bout in the way, every day, trippen' you up the steps.

To your door, caught in the chords, and tight in the mouth.
Before you open the door don't ya see? Don't ya see my injury.

But I don't reach far enough, cross the plain.
Not for me at least, I sing, as I weep in the streets.
Walkin' along the gutter, goin' with the flow.
There's some fun layin on the other side of the sun.
But I'm a little too shy to go, I don't wanna lose. (To something better.)
Walkin' along the gutter, goin' with the flow.

Not afraid of the difference slippen up in my head.
Livin in the moments after my nervousness died.
Thinkin' about the smile I wore from your shine.
Give me hope for knowing, that I'm the spotlight.
But I'm a red light on the second line, utterly boring.

But I don't reach far enough, cross the plain.
Not for me at least, I sing, as I weep in the streets.
Walkin' along the gutter, goin' with the flow.
There's some fun layin on the other side of the sun.
But I'm a little too shy to go, I don't wanna lose. (Cause I know I'm better.)
Walkin' along the gutter, goin' with the flow.

Tell me you felt that in the corner of your mind.
A little boy tuggin' at your skirt, lookin' up.
Tell me you heard that little faint cry in the cold.
A little reply is all he needs, so he can get out....
Of bed again....

But I don't reach far enough, cross the plain.
Not for me at least, I sing, as I weep in the sheets.
Talkin' bout in the way, every day, that hurts.
There's some love layin further North of the sun.
But I'm not near there, and I'm scared alone.
Walkin' along the gutter, goin' with the flow.

Till she rides like the wind and I catch her soundly.
And this is not so little a pain reminding me.
That today is not that day.

And every night I feel it, tuggin' at the bottom of my shirt.
A beautiful girl who's tired, who's a little too lonely.
Sayin'..."You're the only one who can fix it."
And I turn and sigh, cause today isn't the day.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wonderful use of words. Some of the lines were good it was hard for me to pick a favorite. Awesome write.

[Shane Rendon]

I like your use of words here man, from beginning to end... but shes got a point.
Its so wordsy that if I didn't know you, I'd probably not get it.
But I like the way you communicate.
I get it.
We've had many of conversations in this same style... ya know?
I think the piece is bitchin though.
A lot of real feeling. Which I think is why YOU write to begin with.
You are a true artist my friend.

[Molly D]

I feel weird about this. I almost really, really like it; it's very articulate, and you use a lot of great imagery, and it's almost really polished, but the point gets lost along the way. By the time I'm done with it, I'm not sure I follow. I sort of feel like I'm looking at a beautiful picture without my glasses on or something --- I want to understand it, but I can't really focus.