Man canst waiteth to get out of his prison cage
Meaning his body

how  weird    that   i  could
miss  something  as simple
as   your   odd    habit     of
saying "zoom zoom zoom"
any time you're  in motion

I’ve been wondering
when and where life began;
into the deep pits of depair,
or the consciousness of a ‘given life affair’
I live an epic tale of a broken mind
hungry, lonely,
a feeling of somebody owning me
I’m living but I ain’t breathing
for my consciousness is contradictive
I’m conscious of the faith I inherited
but not of the present of my heritage
I’m conscious of the peace The Lord died for
but I’m captured in a world of escapades
I’m conscious of the freedom I believe to have
but it’s obvious the darkness of anxiety is what I have
I’m conscious of the love and light
where the silent moon brings out a glorious night
where in purity I can smell sunlight
in paradise where I feel the highline.

catch me before i retrace my steps
start reading between the lines
hold me before i realize your arms
are not safe and warm like i thought
tell me you love me
like you love me
before i realize those words mean nothing to you but
nevertheless
nevertheless...

we still call it love
though you never made me feel like enough
and the truth is i'm over it
lying my way through this
she still calls it love
though pain is more welcome than us
and she never got over it
because that's just the way it is.

but i can't call it love
because i need to feel like enough
and i'm done
i'm over it
lying my way through this
and i finally see
that pain is more welcome than me
and i can't control any of it
and thats just the way i live
*and i'm done... i'm over it.

It's never quite as romantic as they make it out to be.
These trips to France
or Spain
or Germany.
To the misty mountains of Iceland,
the wine-toasting grottos of Italy.

The romance comes about a half-hour before sun rise.
Catching, counting
and losing count
of the stars you see in her eyes.
In those sincere sighs
that come after the heartfelt goodbyes
and the soft smiles in those happy hellos:
Those are the ones
that let you know.

Romance is not a place:
It's a person.
And when you find them,
hold them close
and never let go.
Or you'll be destined to dwell on the past
and to dream only of tomorrow.
With a head full of regret
and a heart full of sorrow.

Don't let it happen to you
like it happened to me.
Hold her close, for heaven's sake:
Or lost
you will forever be.