Nothing Better… ^_^

They don’t understand how much I need this.
How much we need this. 
How difficult it is going through the day with nothing more then simple touches… Not being able to respond to one another. 
How much it drives at my skull, my skin, and my heart.

It’s as bad as not breathing. Holding my breath until I want to collapse.
I am dying. And I’m not sure that I can last too much longer.
And I just need time to get used to all this… The emotion and the craving. God that craving….. It will be the death of me. I promise you that.  

I want people to be happy… But I don’t want to go overly out of my way to make that happen…. I want my happiness because I think that I deserve it. And perhaps I’m selfish… Because I want just ‘Us’ the mere essence of it and everyone else needs to try and grasp that. Must understand that they are still so important to me, just aren’t the main part of my picture anymore. The only picture I have is Him.

Either you’re with me or against me. Beside me or behind me.
You make that decision…. And we will go from there.

A daydream spills from my corked head 
Breaks free of my wooden neck 
Left a nod over sleeping waves 
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod 
Floating flocks of candled swans 
Slowly drift across wax ponds 

The men all played along 
To marching drums 
And boy did they have fun 
Behind the sea 
They sang (hey!) 
So our matching legs 
Are marching clocks 
And we’re all too small 
To talk to God 
Yes, we’re all too smart 
To talk to God 

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs 
To us from the dock 
Jinxed things ringing as they leak 
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk 
Scarecrow, now it’s time to hatch 
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters 

Don’t you know 
Don’t you know 
That those watermelon smiles 
Just can’t ripen underwater 
Just can’t ripen underwater 

The men all played along 
To marching drums 
And boy did they have fun 
Behind the sea 
They sang (hey!) 
So our matching legs 
Are marching clocks 
And we’re all too small 
To talk to God 
Yeah, we’re all too smart 
To talk to God 
Oh, we’re all too smart 
To talk to God 

Ooooh 

Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs 
Waves of wooden legs 
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs 
Waves of wooden legs 
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs 
Waves of wooden legs 
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs 
Waves of wooden legs 

Oooooh 

“So close” 

Behind The Sea— Panic! At The Disco