Closely I observe myself from afar.
My world transforms into a perplexed dream.
Earth-toned hues shine brighter than any star.
Perception composes a wary theme.
Contorted tree limbs mock every movement.
Eyes become filled with cotton candy clouds.
Conversations are no longer fluent.
Alone I walk in a burial shroud.
I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dead.
Numb is the only sensation I feel.
Broken shards of faith bear a tint of red.
The face in the mirror doesn’t look real.
Existence slowly crumbles into sand.
I’m a stranger who roams this foreign land.

Wear a sundress in the winter
And open your window when it rains
Write a poem on your Math test
And start drinking at sun rise
**** your best friend
And smoke a joint in your bed room
Skinny dip in the day time
And go out without shoes on
Kiss on the first date
And drink margaritas on a cold day
Laugh when nothing's funny
And weep in a crowded room
Make fun of yourself in the mirror
And sit in traffic just because
Fall asleep on the floor
And jump in the pool with your clothes on
Eat chocolate chip pancakes at midnight
And make snow angels in the sand
Love yourself
And brag about it all the time

He was crying on his porch when we turned on to his street. I rolled down his window from the driver's seat, handed him a cigarette & turned up the heat.

We're used to breakdowns and we're used to feeling lost. We've had a lot of friends whose lives paid the cost.

Well, we grew up around the tragedies that you read about & all we really talk about is getting the **** out. 

We act like our minds are perfectly clear
but we spend most nights overcome with fear.
Not tonight, blue eyes.
Turn up the music.
Have an other beer.
Smoke it down to the filter.
We're gonna make it through this year. 

*We're gonna make it through this year.