You are my favorite star, but the sad thing is you no longer burn, and I'm just praising the last of your rays as they're hurtling towards earth. Decimated by your own design, it will not be seen that you were gone until it is far beyond my own moment to shine. I will waste my days looking to the sky, letting my eyes be filled with hope from a light whose source has already been lost to time.

If you come over
I'll clutch my rabbits foot and my four leaf clover
I'll throw a pinch of salt over my shoulder
Then break my leg ten times over
And if I generate enough good luck
You'll actually want me enough to ****

wear your soul over your skin, filter the feelings you let in, edit the feelings you let out, and always remember what life is about; not the things that you have, but the people that you love and would hate to live without

Honest words are hard to come by, and I don't mean to say I've been telling lies, but anything that I have said has always been a less true version of the sentences swimming in the deepest depths of my head.

Freaking out over future plans.
Failing to grasp things with my hands.
I dropped the ball into the Atlantic ocean,
hoping it'd make a sick explosion,
but it just sank to the bottom of the sea.
What the **** is wrong with me?

I hate who I am and can't stand what I've been, but not a single one of us can live without sin

If I could just let go of everything, I would be comfortable, here in my hole.

My love is *****
My love is cheap
My love is the poison that your body seeks
My heart is pounding
Its awful sounding
I can't stop the feeling
Life's losing meaning
Your heart is pure
But you aren't sure
Can you hold on or will we go wrong
Its all up to you
There's nothing to do
Just sit here and wait for word of my fate

Another night spent all alone, no surprises there, and I'd bet my life that tomorrow will only bring me more despair, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but that's a pretty ****** thing to bring

******* future, you're just an infinite expanse of possibilities, but in every single one you feel the need to throw limitless misery at me.

The clock is ticking, oh wait it's not, it's been stopped for five months now. I guess the sounds are just engrained into my head, and I wonder if I'd still hear the voices if there really is a life after I'm dead.

There are some things I hate thinking about, and sometimes I let them slip out.
I say a lot without speaking loud.
Just a misplaced word or two is all it takes, for me to show you that there's something melting all the glue that holds me together and keeps me true.

All around me rain is falling and I can hear the thunder calling my name
A line of light rips across the sky,
splitting the horizon in half. The world has broken into pieces
And from where I'm sitting, I can't find a single reason to move my wheels
The places where my friends are will drift from the rock where I've parked my car on top
The girl I love and all future chances at companionship will sail away as I sit here on my lonely strip

Freaking out in the parking lot, sitting in my car talking to myself, I came here to get something, do you know what it was? I can't make my self move because I thought about what was
Between you and me, wait no you could never keep a secret, you let all the groceries spill onto the kitchen floor, and now I've forgotten what I got them for.

I cannot hate you as much as I hate myself for loving you

What's more important: who you spend your time with, or what you spend your time doing?  Is it better to do the wrong thing with the right people, or to do the right thing with the wrong people?

Now I know I've lost my mind
I've gone back to what I left behind
Forgot the progress that I procured
Let myself slip into a state unsure

**I let the universe collapse again

If I'm a nail and God holds the hammer, he must keep hitting his hand every time he goes to strike me down, because im just standing here like "Am I in yet?"

Drugs are fun
At least that's what they tell me
As I sit here with blood in my nose nose while choking on combusted crystal fumes, I think to myself, "what the **** are you doing, what's wrong with you?" Then I smile, laugh and reply to myself, "I'm too ******* high to give a **** about you"

Me eyes turned towards the top of the tower that seemed to touch the sky, and thought to myself "if only drugs could get me that high" I'd jump from my peak while at peace, knowing that whether I fly or I die, everything would feel just fine

All these thoughts in my mind could start a forest fire
Burn down your home with a book of matches on your eighteenth birthday
Oh well, **** me, right
I was just trying to light the cake
Oh yeah, well **** me, twice
You said we needed water, but you had to wait because I could only find ice
That's what you get for living up north
Not unlike that time you read the wrong book for your book report
Teacher gave you an F, but thanked you for trying

There's this man
He lives in the confines of my heart
And he's been trying for years to find a way to make it stop
He just wants to sleep, but the beat never drops
And the beatings never stop, because I won't let him go to bed
I'd rather keep him up and make him fight with the child inside my head

I want your face, and all the pieces attached that make up your ***** sack. Latched together by bone, tied to all the tendons stitched to your skin, with plenty of holes on the outside for you to let me in. Because I know you know neither of us wants to die alone, so open up your head and pull out your heart, be my warm bed and I'll never let you starve. Oh dear my dear, oh wretched old me, I promise you that I'm just a harmless disease. I may drain you of strength, make you feel beaten and broke, but I'll never take your life or threaten to leave you on your own.

I think I might have broken someones heart, and I don't think I care, but she keeps calling, and it sounds like she's falling apart.

Then when I don't answer I'm left long with winded messages filled with apologies, and the pathetic pattering of her brains attempt to produce and procure the words she thinks will make me see her true worth.

Yes I know you think I hate you, you've said it a thousand times. And im aware you think you're broken, and honestly I agree. You need some help, you've gotta do it for yourself, because I can't ever love you back if you expect me to live in the hole where you fell.

Darling, won't you drag yourself back into my bed?
It's warm and comfy here by the fire in my head.
I know it hurts to lie, down there on the floor,
I do it all the time, and I'm ready for some more.
Come on baby, won't you meet me beneath the sheets?
Let me cover you from your head down to those freezing feet.
We can stay here for a month, then feed upon each other when it comes time for us to eat.

So I'm at work, right
And there's this guy
He's trying to order something super sized
I tell him, "we don't do that here, we have regular, small, and kids in whole wheat or rye"
Then I ring him for a regular, and he says "you messed up", with a scowl.  
He asks if my manager is around.
I get fired, so I burn that **** hole to the ground.
Another day, another dollar

It's hard for me to start conversation
I'm usually too busy thinking about things I shouldn't say
Or utterly consumed by this sense of dissociation
Yeah, it's been pretty tough talking to anyone about anything these days

Your razor blade is still sitting on the window ledge in the bathroom, and I'd give it back to you, but you told me to get away, so that's where I'm gonna stay. I wonder if I should cut myself with it before I throw it away, set it to my wrists and pull open the veins, let myself pour down the shower drain while I contemplate the consequences of this game we chose to play.

The sound will call the ears of ready runners, the race will be started, and I am the starting line.

BANG!

Now they're all sprinting away as fast as they can, and it's only a one hundred meter race to the end, so I'll never see any of them again.

Walking through a wormhole, I feel my mind go flat.
*I've entered your presence

Your heart has a body built to hold it, and that body comes with a mind made to control it, and all the parts of that work of art seamlessly seem to be telling me, there's a secret meaning in the way your skin's been speaking to me.

Do you remember all the things we saw? There were a lot, but not as many as I thought. I guess my memories were just making love again, reproducing with my dreams of all that could have been.

Cuz if she won't
I'll have to go
Wander off far
Away from our home

Around the world
In search a girl
Who's worth more than
My girl at home

Find another
Woman like her
Who wants to be
My entire world

I feel torn between blaming and hating myself for every negative thing you said about me that I believe is true, and wanting to blame and hate you for making me feel worthless and like I can never be good enough for you. I know well enough that I shouldn't be thinking about it so negatively or so black/white, but with all the stress and anxiety I've felt from this I've had a very hard time keeping my mind open to positivity or possibilities, and it's begun spilling out of my head and into the rest of my life.

I hate everything that these words have come to represent, all the things I refuse to do and all that I pretend

Yes I can write all about how badly I want this and that, but once my desires try to leave the page I stab them in the back

Never have I tried to tame the hell that I create, I only wait and watch as nothing changes and I stay the same

Any thought that might distract me from my quiet sulking act, pushed aside by the fears I've been feeding and letting grow fat

Every day I leave marks upon the skin of my note pads, keeping track of all the cracks in my conscience and all the dreams I wish I had

There lie some truths inside my mind that I won't dare to ever spill, because if I were to read what I would write it would make them real

There is no light behind the clouds, only declining rays containing the memory of a light we can never keep.

The voice says yes, you can do as you please, so long as what I think you should do agrees.

I ride the line of time in circles around my mind, never finding any more than what I'm leaving behind

At the place we used to go when we wanted to feel free, I carved her name on the wall of stone coated with mossy green, and marked my initials with a message underneath that reads:

*If you ever see this, I hope you have forgotten me

I'm mad at you
And it feels good
To tell the truth

All I wanted was to listen to you sing, because you used to smile when you'd let your voice ring, and I was proud to have the privilege to be there listening.

Run for your life like you're being chased by Godzilla
Fear for your fate at the hands of something familiar
It seems to be growing
It's approach won't be slowing
Call up the castle and beg for a place to hide
Call up the kettle and put yourself safely inside
Boil alive to save yourself from what waits outside of your mind

I wonder where you're laying your body down tonight, and whether we're ever going to resolve this fight. Perhaps it's best that we both just say goodnight, because things in life can't always end up alright.

I'm sorry that it's true, but keeping to myself is easier than keeping myself honest with you.

I don't think any of us are ever truly ourselves unless we are alone. There will always be parts of ourselves we want to hide from the eyes of those we respect.

I hate everything that these words have come to represent
All the things I refuse to do and all that I pretend
I can write all about how badly I want this and that, but once my desires try to leave the page I stab them in the back
For myself, I can never tame the hell that I create
I can only wait and watch as nothing changes and I stay the same
Every day I leave marks upon the skin of my note pads, keeping track of all the cracks in my conscience and all the dreams I wish I had

I've been caught flat footed before but I always got away
When I opened my mouth I always had the right words to say
But now I've been found with my feet shoved down my throat
I have nothing to speak and I have no way to let go
of the skin I've been nibbling on so thoroughly
This flesh may rot inside but it does not sicken me
I have long since learned to suffer the taste of what you see