Give It A Name

GENTLE FINGERS FOR THE CONSTANT BELIEVERS

i sit in this empty lobby full of body less souls
its packed in here like a sardine can
oh what a salty soul

Her breath is like silver
Her eyes are like gold
but once they go cold
she will roam with no home

The receptionist will check her messages
sneeze into a tissue
hold the phone to her ear
as she says
Hello Misses . .


Can i help you with something?
he will ask her in desperation
Oh no .. I am meeting someone
she replies with no interest

The room will go quiet
distant coughs and vibrating phones
foot steps of thunder
but i dont hear a sound

they take me in the back
a secret I shall never reveal
I remember his face
so subtle and still
he cheeked out a smile
i refused to acknowledge
his name was plastered
on his handsome yet disciplined face
i loved as a child

I sit here alone
the bodies are dead
as they wait for their loved ones
alone and scared to death
be calm she screams
the surgery went fine
shes going to get her own room
doped on vicadin , novacane and lies

She will go home
She will go home
She will go home
red lights flash
home.

Be sure to check back from time to time these next couple of weeks. . I know I never keep my word in writing on tour. . but thats because I can never get internet service. . . but i do write random things . . so just check in leave me a few comments. . and maybe I'll send you a picture of the band you most likely love. .

ha ha

<3 Jewlie