How many days have slipped through your fingers like the wind?
Did you notice? Did you feel it?
It’s like this feeling inside
Makes you feel like you’re going nowhere,
And nothing matters.
What if I caught you stargazing
And ran into your arms,
Would you see then what I always see?
I’d look into your eyes and tell you
The stars have been here all along.
It’s easy to say everything’s going to end.
Especially when you can’t see where you started.
It’s safer to say that we are all alone.
So before your heart becomes your grave site
And you’re buried six feet beneath the ground.
You didn’t lose your shine,
You just forgot where you put it.
You didn’t abandon your shine,
You just overlooked it.
Bring those starry eyes back
And see what I’ve seen all along.

I just moved to Devil Town.
Off the map, it can’t be found.
Didn’t take me long to fit right in.

My neighbor is a vampire.
Up all night at his campfire.
Singing songs of never seeing the sun.

Met an angel with devil horns.
Lost her wings and now she mourns.
I don’t think I’ve seen her smile.

There’s a ghost that lives up the block.
Comes right in, he never knocks.
Says he wishes he could feel my hugs.

There’s a monster under my bed.
Used to live in the woodshed.
Said he never called a place home.

Threw a cookout that weekend.
The ignored, the hurt, they could all attend.
Turns out they just needed a friend
In Devil Town.

Homeward bound, fast asleep,
She doesn’t even know what she’s done.
The quiet fire that rages on inside.
They don’t even know what she’ll become.

They will come with anger and pitchforks
To quell what they created.
Tainted sight, they will twist and ***** with truth
To justify your defeat.

You’re marked, you’re marked for all to see.
But, my sweet, I know it’s not your fault.
Don’t scream, don’t let them see your pain.
Don’t leave them reassured in their assault.
Just sleep for now.
Shh, shh, I’m here.

When they left you alone bleeding out tears,
You were ready to give in.
But I carried you.
I did.
When they left you alone shattering your lungs,
You were convinced of this sin.
But I gave you life.
I did.

We’ll make them fear you.

It’s 12 a.m. Tuesday night
And something in me doesn't feel right.

Guess I was thinking of you, I want to call
Just to hear your voice.

I wanna ask if you had a good day.
I wanna see if everything’s okay.

But I roll over again, I feel dead
And I can’t get out of my head.

I miss you.
I wish you could know that.

How do you like your new zip code?
Is it everything that you were told?
Do you smile and smile?
That’s more your style, I haven’t seen that in a while.
I’m kinda hating everything here.
Don’t think I can handle another year
Of you inside my head,
Just come back to bed
So I can see that smile again.

I miss you.
I wish you could know that
I sat with myself in the middle of the night for awhile
And I’m so stupid
To not see you were the best thing for me by a mile.
And let’s be honest
You’re my favorite thing about this little town.
You’re my favorite thing about me.

I am haunted by the dream;
The dream that dreams of me.
The dream where I saw all of me
And all I could ever be.
Although we went our separate ways
A nagging thought stays;
Could it be I have not seen the last of me?

What if one decides
He’d rather have my life?
What if my demise
Will make them feel more alive?

They want to take what I have earned.
Yes, that must be so.
But when they shall stake their claim?
That I do not know.
They’ll come with knives, they’ll come with fire.
They’ll come with guns and rope.
They’ll come with poison, they’ll come with bats.
They’ll come with prayers and hope.

I have become my worst enemy.
Me, me, me….
Which is the real me?

HiHowYouDoing?IJustWannaSayHi
IWasStandingWithMyFriendWhenYouWalk­edBy
AndIHaveToSayYouHaveABeautifulSmile
AmIBeingTooForward?OhLet­MeStartOver
SoIHopeEverythingIsGoingOkay
It’sSoNiceOutButLaterITh­inkIt’sGonnaRain
ButHowThisHeatIsIWouldn’tComplain
ActuallyIt’sPe­rfectDayForAnIceCreamCone
There’sAPlaceThatIKnowThat’sPrettyGood
­100%MilkYou’llSayMmmThat’sForSure
It’sNotFarFromHereMaybeTheNextN­eighborhood
Was it...on like, 5th street?
WellMaybeNotNowButICouldTakeYouSometime
ThatIsIfYou’reNot­BusyAndHaveSomeFreeTime
IfWeCouldExchangeNumbersThatWouldBeSublim­e
ItWouldBeMyTreatOfCourseForGoodEats
I’mSorryITalkFastWhenIGetNe­rvous
AndIApologizeForAnyPossibleDisturbance
ButHonestlyThoughItW­asTotallyWorthIt
OhNoI’mStartingToSweatSorry
TextMeIfYou’reIntere­stedInThatIceCreamByTheWay
I’llLeaveYouAloneNow
Goodbye.

The mist quietly, softly, rests on her face
As she walks through the ravaged forest.
It still whispers to her,
Though the whispers fade.
The last of lasts, she rebukes her title.
Knights of the old, braves of the new,
They no longer bear her insignia.
She is but folklore now,
A reminder of tarnished treasure.
Her wayward compass guides her to forgotten crossroads,
Shrouded in darkness and hollow memories.
I wonder why she settles here?
Is it fear?
Is it acceptance?
Will her light bloom once more?
Or is a tempest raging inside her bruised heart?