Wednesdays are cool with a subdued energy
Just me sitting in silent disparity
In between white walls with a claustrophobic  persistence
No one and nothing understands this existence...

In bold
You were never a friend to them
You were bleeding from start to end
And now your body is cold
You weren't even alive to them
You saw the side of men
That they wish to withhold

Put me in the shade in the middle of the day
Because I don't like the way the light hits my face
But in a light breeze when things aren't so hot
And there are clouds overhead in little white spots
Thats when I feel like I'm living the most
Because life is mostly sunny with a hint of the cold

I'm writing words
They're scabbling me
I'm writing for fun
When they talk back its not fun anymore
But they dance when I write songs about you
They create the melody, I create the beat
But all I can do is write words
Even though they paint a picture
And tell a story
Word is a noun not a verb
They know I'm not doing enough for you...

Guilty pleasures
We're soaked into the couch like stains of peach cider
So when you stayed
We could blame it on the alcohol and they'd be none the wiser

I always choke on words like "us"
Its not something that rolls off my tongue
Its simple to most
But leaves me pale as a ghost
But nothing scares me more than words like "love"

I've been restless
In and out of town
Nothing could hold me down
But now that I've got you
To hold me down
I'm sleeping without a sound
Baby you've got me dreaming
I'm up and down the ceiling
Floating like I'm made of helium
This must be love