The Pink Noise
Written by Marina Sakimoto, © 2015
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Garden
I’ll cry in the corner of your garden
and if I want to darlin’, I will
nobody can tell me which rock I can lay my thoughts
about
it’s covered in my blood, my baby
at which I thought perhaps, maybe
but I know that you can’t save me
you’re too clean to cleanse me
April showers drown me out of your puddles
and if I have to breathe, I’ll surely have to wait
the sun will save me so many times that I can’t keep my knees from
telling lies of an empty slate
it’s covered in my blood, my baby
at which I thought perhaps, maybe
but I know that you can’t save me
you’re too clean to cleanse me
I can’t see you in the corner
I can’t see you in the corner
I know you won’t be coming around here anymore,
I know
Our Names
news headlines blind me while your
head is cutting off the channels
circles under my eyes
our bodies wrapped in disguises
smokey living room addiction
limp legs and speculation
careful, you’re coming down
hold on tight to the sound
of all of our friends, making jokes
pointing fingers and pouring cokes
and singing songs with our names in the chorus
songs with our names in the chorus
I can’t stop falling up the stairs
thank god there’s no one to care
see what you’ve done to me now
I’m losing my way through the house
if only there was something left
a thought that I alone have kept
liquor is leaking throughout
I’m sorry if I’ve started to shout
all our friends are making jokes
pointing fingers and snorting coke
and singing songs with our names in the chorus
songs with our names
Peter
in the city I tried to make myself feel big
but when I went outside I just went right back in
nobody knows how to cope with everyone else
everybody’s worried about how to save themselves
Peter
your brown eyes aren’t boring
oh, Peter
I’ll always be your ghost
oh, Peter
nothing seems to keep me away from my bitter end
you can try to catch me from falling again and again
even if I tell you that I’m okay, I know you won’t be that far away
but nothing stops what’s meant to be
nothing stops me, nothing stops me
Peter
your brown eyes aren’t boring
oh, Peter
I’ll always be your ghost
oh, Peter
Holdin’ To Your Breath
I had a dream that you took my love away
you were dying on the phone like a high school play
he confessed his love to me through symbols and text
but to me he’s still my prepubescent ex
and dreams don’t tell you darling
that you’re still dreaming away
anything that you’re feeling
gets erased anyway
and in the morning
you’re hungover with regret
still shaking from the set
still holdin’ to your breath
I catch myself starting up a sweat
gripping tighter to your skin, wishing we had never met
you walk right in my mouth with a comfort undenied
picking up the shrapnel with a sense of pride
and dreams don’t tell you darling
that you’re still dreaming away
anything that you’re feeling
gets erased anyway
and in the morning
you’re hungover with regret
still shaking from the set
still holdin’ to your breath
I had a dream that you took my love away
you were dying on the phone like a high school play
he confessed his love to me through symbols and text
but to me you’re still my prepubescent ex
Blue
we sit around dodging bullets, wasting your mother’s time
keeping life old secrets under beds as they drip slime
and nobody will ever notice that they were never there
creeping into your consciousness with a jolt in your empty stare
and will you ask me out against the fireplace in light?
no one else around us will know anything about tonight
will this be one of those times
you talk about in a year or two?
laughing with your friends explaining,
“What was I to do?”
and will you ask me out against the fireplace in light?
no one else around us will know anything about tonight
S.A.D
she called it an illness
said it was sad to see me go
losing sunshine from the on-ramp
to a worn out pillow
and I like to remember
how a morning felt in the snow
unobtainable thoughts are fresh air through my window
and I kicked all the puddles,
and mud hit my shoes
I stood there wet and not knowing what to do
then a rat then went home to something better than I
had ever known
ooh, ahh
he said I won’t help you
you’ve already shot me dead
too tight for the fixtures
but just open enough for led
and I like to remember
how a morning felt in the snow
unobtainable thoughts are fresh air through my window
and I kicked all the puddles,
and mud hit my shoes
I stood there wet and not knowing what to do
then a rat then went home to something better than I
had ever known
ooh, ahh
Paleontologist
memories die out
I’m a paleontologist
I’m digging up bones
this one is hollow
she was eaten and swallowed
all alone
she was tough and she chased you
she laughed and embraced you
but the sky would keep her down
we’re all gonna waste here
it’s my biggest fear
when it’s so loud you can’t hear a sound
I don’t want to explode now
I was brought here somehow
by true love
I could tear you apart now
I need to eat somehow
before they eat me up above
so don’t forget me
when you’re brushing off my better parts
we tried our best there
I had to keep myself from falling apart
I’m a tyrannosaurus something won’t you
carry me home tonight
Here With Me
I walked to the bottom of the hill trying to figure you out
I shook my head til my brain filled up with doubt
all I see
is you here with me
now I need to get my things before I start to unwind
I won’t be able to drive if I’m losing my mind
all I see
is you here with me
I thought that you might’ve liked the time we met
but I’ve heard other things like endless thoughts of regret
I just want you to know I’ve been classified and I have things to put me in place
but maybe if I get happy then I’ll be set straight
all I see
is you here with me
Anything But Love
miracles are left uncharted
as we’re watching The Departed
falling from a push that came to shove
bitter babies keep the cord but
I’m the one that you adore
you wanna call it anything but love
watch with both eyes wide
I’ll defend you anytime
even if you’ve crossed the line
all my friends they hate me anyway
Christmas with the candle lit and
all the lips that I have bit
you now say you should’ve made me stay
watch with both eyes wide
I think it’s so messed up
I think it’s so messed up
but I can’t deny
I really try
I think it’s so messed up
I think it’s so messed up
but I can’t deny
I really try
countdown to the millenium
our self worth in one lump sum
I would cry with laughter if I could
leave me by your champagne glass
I never knew you could talk so fast
but you never do what you should
watch with both eyes wide
I think it’s so messed up
I think it’s so messed up
But I can’t deny
I really try
Everybody Wants To Die
well if everybody wants to die
then I’ll see you in your dreams but
I don’t want to live the life
of the boy who would only scream
I’ve been sinking to the bottom, scraping skin right off the barrel
breaking bottles near your doorstep all alone
it’s a constant cloud of chaos
no man could ever save us
and we’re the ones we pick up after tears over the phone
and if everybody wants to die
then I’ll see you in your dreams but
I don’t want to live the life
of the boy who would only scream
but I don’t want to live your life, I don’t want to live your life
I see the signs
flashing lights, blinking eyes
cry, tears so bright
matching stars in the night
sister Mary, pure and kind
reaching out to hands so blind
heaven’s kind of cute as she laughs
and if everybody wants to die
then I’ll see you in your dreams but
I don’t want to live the life
of the boy who would only scream
but I don’t want to live your life, I don’t want to live your life
The Pink Noise
sinking slowly down to the sand
breathing bubbles in my hand
I can’t feel anything at all
my limbs are like a sticky tack
pull me right off of your back
I need to learn how to crawl
we’re sitting round to hear those words
that we are nothing like our slurs
that everything is beautiful
I filled my pockets up with stones
at least they make me feel less alone
all I want is the sky
bed and breakfast with some bread
always seems to clear my head
the pink noise is a lie
we’re sitting round to hear those words
that we are nothing like our slurs
that everything is beautiful