You wouldn't notice him
Looming in the doorway
Or plastered to your wall

He's a little to dark
A little to ready
To annoy you with his constant buzz

They're high on jealousy to taste his life
It is poison for which we infants are to pure
To ever taste.
They don't pity his disease though it has no cure

So when it's over,
When I still love him, he'll step
Under his spotlight, and only I
Can cry.

A day like any other
I am your soul

You were a bump
In the road, a lump
In my sore throat

If I was an ocean, or a single wave
You'd be the moon.
I'd be your slave.
If I was a day, or just the sighing noon
You'd be the night,
Thoughtlessly turn out the light.

A day like any other
I am your dream

I wish right now could be
Forever
Because that's how long it'd take for you to see

I'm constantly alone
In crowded rooms
Hoping that you'll stay, that I'm not layered lies to the bone.
Slip on the costume.
I'll grown into it. Can't always be fake.
Just the kind of thoughts
That lead to a mistake.

A day like any other
I am your nightmare

Slither down the canyons
Walk the haunted halls
Break open all your walls

Drip, drop,
down
Drip, drop,
beautiful down
Stained a wedding gown
Deep red, dark blue
Why couldn't it be you?

Draw a breath,
Getting closer now.
Let it go,
And you're practically hugging death.

All the time
Between getting it and letting it go
Won't slow your climb.
Sorry if you didn't want to know.

You can pick up your feet
When this is all finished and read,
And forget all about that friend you have to meet
As soon as you're dead.

Search.
Through the clouds and under stone.
The sorrow bird has found it's perch
Inside my heart, nesting with my broken bones.

Ocean.
I apologize for being so crystal clear,
So easily read,
And so easy to fear
If you're not already dead.

Turtle.
Curl up my head in the dark
While you make a worried remark.
Don't fret. I'm just training to die.

A little lost between
The slipping moments.
Maybe I should try caffeine
Or learn to be content.

A little too found inside
The tireless thoughts.
Maybe I should fight like I always fought,
Or put down my pride.