If I lose myself tonight,
Don't come looking for me,
I promise I'll be alright,
I need some space to be free.

Don't use a compass,
Don't use a map,
Just wait at home on the front porch,
When I'm ready I'll come right back.

Don't ring the police,
Or search all day,
Just let me travel and go far away.

If I lose myself tonight,
Don't be alarmed,
I'm finally escaping to a quiter place,
Where I wll remain unharmed.

Strange dreams bother me,
As I sleep in happiness,
They want to break me.

I've tried to be patient,
Tried to keep a positive face
As more and more people
Begin to swarm me with their
troubles and doubts.
It is ironic,
Whenever I had a problem
That clung to my chest
Like an illness
Nobody wanted to know.
As soon as I find the happiness I've craved
To cure the sickness
It is like everybody wants to put me to bed again.

I am suffocating.
I feel like I am trying to outrun
The raging current
Of the falling grains of sand
In the hourglass.
Time is running out
And it is only a mater of time
Before I slip through
And end up in a heap
At the bottom,
Left there to wait in silence
Until finally I turn around again.

But then it is a slow and painful
Process of repeating the same
Countdown.

One day I hope to smash the glass
And let the sand run free,
Where I can accept the pressure of others
And still have the opportunity
To take a breath of fresh air
And balance my own happiness.

I've got 99 problems and you're 98 of them,
Would you like me to repeat?
Shall I tell you again?
You frustrate me,
Irritate me,
You really do deflate me.

I'm trying to breathe hard
And swallow down the swear words,
But it's getting to the point
Where those sweet words need to be heard.

I've been a patient guy,
So give me some credit,
But I will be ripping into you
And when you read this I would've already said it.

I'm not a mean person,
I'm actually quite passive,
But if you tick me off,
My response will be massive.
B words,
F words,
And multiple more I shouldn't say,
But I've had enough of being treated
Like I'm the leftover cigarette **** at the bottom of your ashtray.

Say hello the face you'll never see,
Behind locked doors without a key,
Say goodbye to the hope of letting go,
Of the person who you'll never know.
Dry those tears,
Which hold so many painful years,
Just smile once again tomorrow,
It'll melt away the sorrow.
Pick up your guitar and strum a chord,
I'll be sitting at your feet on the creaking floorboards,
Play me out a tune from your aching soul,
Because the music makes us happy and it makes us whole.
I'll be tapping on my knees a hollow beat,
Like the distant sound of war drums and the taste of defeat,
You'll be smiling and looking at the moon,
As fingers pull the strings and they're because of you,
We will be together in the darkened room,
With nothing but each other and our **midnight tune.

Eight years old
With the whole world at your feet,
But already I see the amazing woman
That you will become when you're older,
I am proud to be a part of that.
Blue eyes,
Blonde hair,
The biggest smile that warms the pain in my heart
Whenever I come to see you.
Your mother's smile,
Your father's height,
But you will have your brother's humour,
I will personally make sure of that!

You seem too far away and I hate it,
But I know you'll always love me,
As I will always love you.
When you were born
I remember being the jealous ex youngest child
But then when you started smiling and I held you
For the first time,
I felt like the happiest big brother alive.
I was yours.
**Your big brother.