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We peel back the curtain
for another early morning sermon
you are my religion
you're the devil
but I'm never certain
did we fall to lust?
did we fail to trust?
did we lie until our mouths rotted
and filled with rust?
the symbolism's heavy
and the conversation's petty
it's not worth your time
don't even bother to forget me
I'll crawl out of your head when I'm done
If you only let me
Short and sweet.
Well i'm stayin up late every night
and i've started to realize
that this is why i feel so dead
so let's get some sleep tonight
and dream that we're all really free
hopefully we'll recognize
How stupid it is that we drink
but we won't

So let's drink
to the though that we're free
wonder if it's worth the trouble for anarchy
whatever that means
no one really knows
but I guess it involves alcohol
and noisy basement shows
and I guess that means
that it's something that's worth living for
I don't trust it
but It's better
that whatever I had before
so let's life for this
if nothing more

I'm sleeping in today
before the sun starts to decay
my bloodshot eyes
and as that star rises
I will fall into my ways
to rest up for another night away
but it's worth it
just to say I'm sane
just so we feel safe
we all know the cycle
just as well as we know you
but now we've got some hope
some spark
to make it feel less true.
Fall in love, Not in line.
You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
I hope you've had a chance to grow
to show us all
that you can do it on your own
I allways knew that you would make it
you're so cold
Now sit right down because you're mine
to have and hold

They x-rays get old
we're not really so transparent
you twist your crown of thorns
upon your throne
and with no shame you wear it
you still have your pride
and no one can take that away
but that life's on the brink
and could slip up anyday
so live
while you can
as we watch the heavens
fall to earth again
and nothing really changes
good god
goodnight
amen

You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
I'm glad you made it out alive
do you feel alright?
do you feel revived?
do you feel alone?
do you need more time?
should I stop asking
all these ******* questions?

The blood runs cold
it all gets old
it's nothing new
and never will be
we've seen it all before
and we all know when you're unhappy
so ******* say something
don't waste our time
you fell in love
you didn't fall in line
and don't worry
you not crazy
you're just lost

You're not alone
you never were
we all just lost you
when you got hurt
so welcome home
come take shelter
we'll hide you from
the rain whenever
it must be tough in this bleak december
but when you leave again
i just hope that you remember
you're not alone


The scabs will all fall off
but don't scratch
you don't want scars
you don't need any help
reminding people who you are
and when it's cold
all the scar tissue turns white
but you can't see it in the dark
So just hide em one more night
and hope it all just soaks within
one day maybe
good god
goodnight
amen
Where'd you go?
While the beauty
and your breath
take a second though to rest
with the piece upon the pillow
and my brain behind your head
just a reason to resent
just a signal that I've sent
I don't know if you caught the vibe
and i'm not sure if it's what i intend
feel anointed to the point
that i'm rolling my last resort
just to try and **** the feelings
till i can try and make my point
rejoice,
because every single day
is another opportunity
thicker than the brick
but maybe I'm getting throught to you.
Yeah mother *******.
Every single day
i seem to be digging my own grave
another foot down
to escape my world
as it's being burned down

it hurts now an forever
bacause we know
when we stop lying to ourselves
we wasted every moment together
though we're living in this hell

and I leave the T.V. on
so it feels like someone's alive here
while we're all sleepwalking
and we know **** well
that no one survived here

so stop and take a breath
to catch the ******* that we said
and peel the stress of your hands
so you don't feel like we're all dead

summertime,
the livin's rough
but it doesn't seem to bother us
cause we're allways too ****** up
to catch the moral of the story
cause it's boring growing up

only trust enough to touch
the face of my redeemer
but wherever she went
whatever she said
i can only mislead her
and i wish what I could find her
cause i'm starting to believe her

we live
our lives
like verything is fine
but when you scratch the surface
there's another truth to find

I find
we live
we die
and everything's allright
because the bottle's only half gone
guess i'll make it through the night

so we start another morning
dead from the night before it
our cigarettes and shillouettes
are symptoms of our longing

stretch, yawn
check the mirror for any damages
wash the blood and ***** off
thinking you can handle it

then the stomache goes south
from the abrasions and the chemicals
and exits through your moouth
in a sick, acidic spectacle

it happens to the best of us
when everybody's testing you
and you can't fight the feeling
that everything they said was true

that last beer
the one that you can handle
cause you're "man enough"
is you trying to tell yourself
i've had it up to here with love
saying that you've had enough

hit the bottle again
but second guess it
cause you know you're ******
finish every drop
at least this won't leave your feeling crushed.
******* A, man.

— The End —