Underneath

<br>Written by Brian Vander Ark<br><br>Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined<br>I surrender<br>CD cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad<br>To move you<br><br>Fight with little purpose<br>Only meaning to scratch the surface<br>It`s not pretty underneath<br>There among debris find casual in casualty<br>It`s not pretty underneath<br><br>A bottle meant for two a glass that`s full of legs but free of any fingerprints<br>From you<br>A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices<br>Is waking<br><br>Fight with little purpose<br>Only meaning to scratch the surface<br>It`s not pretty underneath<br>There among debris find casual in casualty<br>It`s not pretty underneath<br><br>My eyes are on your hands I`m helpless when I`m looking at you<br>Be very very careful not to<br>Crack the seals of last year`s arguments they don`t hold a candle to the one<br>This year<br>A disagreement used to be a speed bump on a highway going eighty<br><br>Fight with little purpose...