Paper looks so much better
with ink bleeding through the seams

thoughts written down
to be crumpled up and thrown away

objects to be traded
only to fall inside the couch

making checks and bills
destroying lives and souls

words that can't be spoken
feelings that will never be heard

to be recycled
and forgotten

day dreaming, there's music in my head
steps match the beat of the drums

a conductor in a grand orchestra

woken by the nightmare of your face
blood and oil pool the street

      run and hide she says
      there's no time to beg
      run and hide she says
      there's no time to plead

reflection of that knife
caught deep in the bone

last chance to say no

break through the bricks
never look back again

      better run he says
      there's no need to beg
      run home quick he says
      the dogs are out tonight.

There's a long green ladder
leading to a grand red castle
with monsters along the way

the castle breathes a heavenly scent
its beauty shines like a million gold coins
while still delicate as a butterfly

its children, hidden deep below
wait for the perfect moment
a knight to soar in and carry them away

when the weather changes, the castle crumbles
only to rise again even more beautiful
reborn again like a great phoenix.

I've smoked the strangest dope
I've sniffed the finest blow

Nothing compared to the feeling

I've climbed the tallest mountains
I've swam in the sea

Nothing screamed quite as loud

I've eaten the richest foods
I've felt the walls closing in

Nothing bled so deep

I've felt happiness
I've had the steel against my head

Nothing hurt like falling through the ice

The dark is a scary place
(when you're all alone)
Get out your switchblade
(face your fate)
follow her home
(hiding in the shadows)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)

Grab her hand
(pull her close)
she wanders with someone else
(she was never yours)
The cold hard truth
(she doesn't even know your name)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)

wait at the train station
(they arrive at eleven)
get out your .45
(no one will ever see them again)
photograph their faces
(a picture for your album)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)