Sixtoo - Courtyard Courtship lyrics

Um, thanks everybody for coming out tonight Um, lukas pierce on the ba**. thanks lukas The magistrate's war worn suits And I froze courtside in my hoodie and shell toes Painfully aware of my surroundings All at once, the whole mood compressed into static Binding the molecules of life, into love, into lust Into innate inner-child's thoughts of we chasing the sky That fell into the sea that we created for ourselves to be self-absorbed by And by pa**ing, the words of the horn player's blasting song Sang, sing-song melodies of modern-day choir themes Themes for schemes of dreams for you to look through Picture frames of nameless names and games that we played in the courtyard Before the turn of the century When you lost yourself into your self-loathing Appeal for help, and peeled off the skin of your teeth To be reached by unreachable heights Surrounded by bright lights and dim-lit dinners To match cross-hatched sketches of simplicity The mysticism of your ora had crashed into gla** shards of ego That only you could reconstruct Self-destruct, my influx, mood themes And fragile forms for you to fill out. signing your name on the line Signing bonus for the homeless ones outside of the courtyard Do you remember? I played croquet that summer with swollen dreams for us to become us And trust to become truth, and truth to become known I wrote a poem to commemorate the journey of thought Time pa**ing out flyers for the show of the century I walked into a penitentiary of thought My disposable pen served as a disposable hero But brain-locked my hands And the only words to be found were absurd words of absurd thoughts And insane actions to follow suit of my being The tea parties and mid-afternoon chats Broken into informal combat strategics and songs of war Never before had I seen the unseen hands of fate Pull strings of demon-shaped puppetry in my life On my future wife, on my future life This piece of cake is still on the table From the day when I decided to settle for crumbs. do you remember? Brain-numbing aspirations of we formed we once again But then again, we were not as we. appeared to me Appeared to be true, but true was subjective to time frames And 24 bit color palettes and digital mallots The vine ties. was this a dreamscape for my shaping to testify? Were you a lie? was I a lie? Could I rely on perceived themes? I saw the mountains collapse and the teardrops that overflowed the landscape And washed away my mindscape As I sat alone, with no more thoughts to dwell on