Loud background
And a louder setting
My heart thumps loudly
The sound I’m forgetting

Saturated in lies
Your hands are soaked with tears
I have held up your spine
For far too many years
You blame trust on your home
The past hurts your head
But somehow every word
Is about something someones said
Can't see your own flaws
Yet you hate them so much
Doesn't really matter
if problems are left untouched
Your fingers always point
You would die if you reversed
Its eating up your flesh
Choose which will **** you first
And I know stones are heavy
And you might not be ready
But it’d be nice if you could start
My hands will soon fall apart

Pale gasses
Circle barren branches
And the wind will swoon
For a beautiful quiet room

What they say must be true
That absence makes the heart grow fonder
Since these days my mind seems to wander
To the girl I said I was
Since all of this is beyond her

Tell me I am worth an aching heart
Tell me I am worth someone's letters
Tell me me this pain gets better
So I am not alone during January
Wearing no one's sweater

I am no beauty in the valley
So I hope my song compensates
And the field I dominate
With my rambling words
Each word I agnominate

Please don't laugh aloud
About the puddles of my tears
They are filled with so many fears
And genuine disappointment
When the devil reappears

Cancel my empty meetings
For the things I find pleasing
Life has come to no meaning
And all that I've loved
Is ever decreasing

There is a blade within my heart
And through my tears
I cannot see what poison lies atop it
What is contained within the green stain
Perhaps the birth givers screams
Perhaps the taunts of the children
Perhaps the pills in the orange bottle
Perhaps the heritage in my blood
Perhaps the snakes I called confidants
Perhaps the scars apon my body
Perhaps the lifelong letter markings
Perhaps the city and it's streets
Perhaps the changing temperatures
Perhaps the lonely lunch table
Perhaps the girl who shoved my chair
Perhaps the boy I can't forget
Perhaps the sisterhoods stolen
Perhaps the 7 story garage
Perhaps the food within my teeth
Perhaps the distance of disease
Perhaps the three digit number
Perhaps the tunes I have not heard
Perhaps the numbers I stare down at

There was never any poison on the blade
The green illusion a distraction

For when my tears clear
I find what I should truly fear
Is the reflection on the sword

How utterly terrifying it is
To think this beast in the mirror
Will die alone
While they're all holding hands
And discussing future plans
It's a deep disparity
Deep into my denial
Deep into my hope
I'm deathly afraid
I'll be staring at books
Instead of a longing gaze
With a honeymoon phase
I'll be singing my own vows
Towards the beast in the mirror

I invest my love in dark corners
Hoping i might bring them light
I am no diffrent than the sun
Rising each morning
Hoping to turn the shadows light
But that will never happen
Because the tree overhead
Will never leave
Casting it's shadow on the ground
So I rise like the sun
And fail everyday
To turn a lost cause forward
Forward And up
Forward to the light
That I find so beautiful