Forget Regret [Glosa Verse]

Lines originally sung by Alexisonfire
Song: Side Walk When She Walks
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Dressed to kill, you look so right
I am drunk with lust tonight
Your wounds are opening wide
And they might be just my size

Blue eyes beam bright in this light,
And from the right angle, you`re perfect,
But I know your kind, you`re all the same --
Heartbreakers in the purest form.
The stars explode with imagery of us,
But I think I should call it a night,
We`re getting closer and I can`t take this,
One more heartbreak will tear me down,
But I feel like I`m falling, holding on tight --
Dressed to kill, you look so right.

This picture of me and you,
Is stuck inside of my pounding head,
It may be reassuring from time to time,
But the color`s fading, my eyes are dulling.
Naivety has gotten the best of me before,
And the alcohol doesn`t put up a fight --
My guard is down and you do your best,
To get inside of my head, take me away;
So you practice lines, getting them right --
I am drunk with lust tonight.

A past of mistakes shines through your eyes,
But I`m arguing with myself over the irony,
`Cuz you just don`t seem to be the type,
To let anyone close enough to hurt you.
One night stands is what you go for,
So that your love life is easier to hide,
You`re so sick of all the stupid questions,
About your life and the people in it,
So you protect yourself, don`t let anyone inside;
Your wounds are opening wide --

I can see your heart still beating,
Trying to repair itself of the damage,
But through the pain, I can see:
A man that`s not afraid to hurt someone else.
So isn`t it ambiguous, the thought of this?
Or is it funny that I can see through your disguise?
In the back of your mind, you`re falling for me, too;
So forget regret, let it go with me up to the sunrise;
Cover me in pretty lines that leave room for compromise,
And they might be just my size.

-Jenna Elphick
September 27, 2007

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Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.