Death likes flowers and heaven houses serpents
As if to be advertising competition.
You give your gifts of rage through anger
And breathe morning mist,
As time runs out and regret fills up
And you wonder why your here
Because you can't think of one reason let alone ten
This treasured time being one more multiple choice section on an open note test,
And there's a 50/50 chance of winning
But one 50 just got shot
And the other one just dropped the gun.
Leaning over the dead body
There's a 50/50 chance he cried
But maybe he just died too.
Floating in the ocean, but not on it.
Because if your on it you can fall off,
And I guess if you in it you can drop out, too.
But you can't get out if your lungs are filled with water and your fingers are chilled.
Flowers grow and mountains tower,
And they tell me to build my life around my past,
But my past is broken like a mirror shattered on a bathroom floor.
I'd like help picking up the pieces,
But you're not coming back.
Life is not what I thought,
Nothing is as it seemed,
I thought I knew
Thought I had it figured out.
It’s like I’ve been kicked to the ground.
The friends I thought I had,
The God I thought I knew,
The answers I once had,
They’ve abandoned me.
They’ve left me,
I’m not sure what to do,
Seek God where I am?
Or run away to find something new?
All I want,
Is to know truth,
I don’t care about anything else,
I just don’t want to be confused.
Where is peace in this world of pain?
you feel so far away
in a way that
i could not drive 30 minutes to your house
but do a marathon
in the opposite direction
plain, train, bike
a lap around the world
just to arrive at your front door
you are right beside me
but still on the opposite side of the page
millions of miles away