LYRIC LIBRARY

ACHE FOR SUNRISE

VIRTUAL REALITY (#OUTOFCONTROL)

MOLLY

These sable nights are getting so damn cold
I’m wide awake and feeling so alone
As the hours seize my bones
I can’t keep my eyes closed
So I take a minute just to slow it down
But phantom thoughts come up from underground
And resurface themselves
My worries and my doubts


I’m peace deprived because one senseless soul
After petty lies is still so beautiful
And the moon seems to provoke
A mess of words I should have spoke
And I’m more grieved than you could ever tell
For wasting pennies on a wishing well
When I could be rich by now
And time’s too brisk to count


Well I’d give anything to fall asleep tonight
Just for a couple hours to flee my lethal mind
But even dreaming feels
Way too real
I think too much


I start to feel that maybe I’m okay
Then I’m corrupted by the thought of change
And what agony it is
To hate someone you miss
But all these scars will turn to tales of pride
When all the bleeding finally subsides I’m apathetic and tired
Of being afraid to feel desire


Well I’d give anything to fall asleep tonight
Just for a couple hours to flee my lethal mind
But even dreaming feels
Way too real
I think too much


And I crave that morning birds song
That claims that this night’s long gone
Cause I feel helpless and abandoned
Forsaken, empty-handed
I’m paralyzed by
This ache for sunrise


Ever think the stars are broken dreams
Past mistakes and opportunities
That we let slip away
Capsized by the day

Oh I’d give anything to fall asleep tonight
Just for a couple hours to flee my lethal mind
But even dreaming feels
Way too real
I think too much


©Emily May Desmond 2012

Well I won’t lie it's irritating, truly devastating
To witness this society's fatal crash
All interaction is devoured, every minute, every hour
Spent staring at a pricey piece of glass
I know your plans, what you ate, what you wore, I know your face
And every thought sent to that bluebird of destruction
But if in person I ran into you, I wouldn't have the slightest clue
Solitude's a victim of corruption

Whoa oh oh oh
Would someone save our souls?
Whoa oh oh oh
This is #outofcontrol

Relationships obsessive
Texting back and forth excessively
You don't even get a chance to try and miss them
Cause trust is hypothetical
We're easily susceptible
We can edit what we say before we send
But where's the laughing and the dancing
Blasting love songs in the kitchen
Instead of grinding on some stranger in a club?
Back when women were “respectable”, "turn up" was a vegetable
And people weren't afraid to fall in love

"Too skinny; too fat; nice rolls, can't wear that; big thighs; no ass; flat chest"
Images created, tabloids so damn fixated
On their faultless, airbrush-finished marionettes

Whoa oh oh oh
Would someone save our souls?
Whoa oh oh oh
This is #outofcontrol

And I know I sound hypocritical right now
But I’ll fully admit that I am brainwashed as well
‘Cause I wake up and check my feed
I let “likes” affect my self esteem
And I find myself wishing the mirror were lying to me

But I can’t stand the pictures I’ve been seeing
Status updates I’ve been reading
The moronic rants and cyber-bullying
Abusing people just for fun
It’s easy to degrade someone
When protected by some miles and a screen
But this obstruction of equality, racial slurs, and animosity
If I see “homophobe” again I might explode
There’s nothing that’s unjust about
Marrying who you love, by now
The pursuit of happiness should be condoned

Whoa oh oh oh
Would someone save our souls?
Whoa oh oh oh
This is #outofcontrol

©Emily May Desmond 2014

Her wide eyes alive, the young sunlight blankets her bed
On her shelf sits a jar of the rapture she fears she’ll forget
On the pavement she treads on the jaws that will drop at her sight
But she’s humble, and taken by a man who knows luck’s on his side

but she sees impurity
she’s held together by teeth
inside she fights the fiends that she hides
while I always wished that I could be stunning and heavenly
more like Molly
Molly

Her spirit is armored from the counterfeit crowds she sees through
On one hand she can name all the ones that she swears to be true
Pound for pound in any ring, she is fighting with heart and aggression
She’s a quiet assassin, misjudged by dimensions and discretion

but she sees the peril of words
Avoids discomfort
her toughest competitor was always her
while I always wished I could be smart and resilient
more like Molly
Molly

If only people knew Molly the way that I do
Her most beautiful qualities are the ones that nobody sees

Her laugh is contagious illuminating every shadow sunk face
Her eyes a mosaic of every deep scar and mortal crusade
She is dripping with passion when she speaks of the minds that she molds
But she herself falls behind because heavy is a heart of pure gold

And when she turns out the lights at night
She’ll quietly cry in spite
of the future lives of the ones that she loves
while I always wished that I could be
selfless and benevolent more like Molly
Molly
Molly
Molly

©Emily May Desmond 2014

YOU ONLY WANT ME WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK

I knew you’d be here
I thought I’d prepare
To turn you away
And avoid more mistakes
Because we’ve made enough
Since we fell out of love

But then we start sipping
Laughing, dancing
We sit and we chat
Taking shots at the past
Until we forget that
Things had ended bad

I know what you’re doing
But not what I’m saying
Cause I know that last call
Will be your last

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

My hands on your waist
Yours on my back
I can’t feel my legs
And I’m biting my lip
As your words tease my neck
I want all of this back

So I taste that whiskey
On your lips
It’s aged like desire
I’ve had to do this
For two years now
Has it been two years now?

Cause this feels like old times
And you’re looking damn fine
But any minute now
You’ll be Cashin out

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

We cannot make this work
If it takes some numbing
For you to see my worth
We can’t make it right
But baby, we can try
To make this last night
One hell of a good time

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

©Emily May Desmond 2015

STRANGERS

I woke from a dream
to hiatus and debris
and six swords set aflame that I can't explain
and the wind it screeched
as if reality was skating figure eights
on the glass of my window pane


gripping the scripture, stripping the pictures
collapsing on the floor, lapsing with the world
I'm burdened by the thought
that everything is my fault
I'm the corpse of the girl you once adored

And I wish I didn't crave your touch
or see your face so much
in these streets
or hear you whisper in my ear
as I lay here praying for sleep
because like a doll of porcelain
I sat and watched you change
and now I wish that we were strangers
but then again, we are

I struck all my matches don't you see the calluses
from the friction on my skin, reigniting in the wind
reverie is a mirage and loneliness is sabotage
but I can't help the sore chagrin
you ruined everything

I wish I didn't crave your touch
or see your face so much
in these streets
or hear you whisper in my ear
as I lay here praying for sleep
because like a doll of porcelain
I sat and watched you change
and now I wish that we were strangers

cause I'm going insane
I hate the sound of your name
it's like bitter venom
just sitting on my tongue
I don't want to love again
cause this song was never meant to be sung
and I wish I didn't crave your touch or see your face so much
in these streets
or hear you whisper in my ear
as I lay here praying for sleep because like a doll of porcelain
I sat and watched you change and now I wish that we were strangers but then again, we are
we are strangers.


©Emily May Desmond 2013

​FLAWLESS

I should have taken flight from the colder skies
Like the rational birds
With my throat wound tight
I tried to stitch up our lesions with words
I sat there breaking, just waiting
For you to finally turn into a man
Watching plans of a vivid life
Slip right through our jaded hands
You're walking imperfection, riddled with inconsistency
So how is it that you're still flawless to me?

Sparring with your shadow
Confused by which arrow points to truth
When you realize you still have time
To make mistakes and blame them on your youth
But this j’amais vu, this thought of losing you
Has me afraid to fall asleep
And I’m kissing the ground where we lay
Every time yesterday came in with the breeze
I’m selling bits of my soul to try to make you happy
So how is it that you're still flawless to me?


And our candle, my dear
Is burning clear at both ends tonight
And though its darkness I fear
I can't stand to bear your synthetic light
Don't do that to me
If I can't be everything you want
Save the excuse
The bottom line is you don't hurt someone you love
But these things are never as simple as they seem
Beause somehow you are still flawless to me

©Emily May Desmond 2014

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