So what they don't stop by.
So what they don't hear your cries.
So what they don't read your story.
So what they don't believe in your glory.

So what, life goes on.
You have everything, everything in your grasp.
So move upon what is and what's to come.
Don't take it personal. Think about it this way. You have more today, than you did on yesterday.

So what, you have to begin again. Take your time. Leap over that wall. Because at the end, you win.

Can you hear that?
Swoosh, swoosh, thump, thump.
The blood rushes to your head
Until your ears can't stand the pounding.

Can you feel that?
The beating in your chest is accelerating.
A heart attack could be on the horizon.
Is it the fear of getting caught
Or the chase that excites me?

Can you taste that?
It's on the tip of your tongue
And seeping through every pour
And out of every outlet in your body.

Can you smell that?
The world around you melts fragrantly
Pick your poison, your sin, your vice
Whether it be *****, ***, addictive substances
Or some hearty combination of the three
And breathe it all in

Did you see that?
Every rule they tied me down with has been shattered.
You won't sleep tonight if you run with us.

But I guarantee you'll regret it in the morning.

I once thought my lips were meant for you,
to kiss your lips,
to argue with you,
to sing (poorly) with you,
to curse your name,
to talk about you,
but then I realized you thought the same about hers,
and I can't be selfish because my lips were never meant for you,
and even though you don't feel that way for me,
somebody else's lips think that I'm theirs.

I dream of dead friends living.
The craziness of your life fills the room
And chokes me like a cigarette.

I miss you every day
Last night I dreamt you were still here
That you had not left this earth
Before your time has come.

I catch myself talking to God sometimes
I'll ask how you are doing
And if you're smile is lighting up heaven
Like it did this Earth.
Mind you, this is the only time I pray.

I dream of past circumstances.
The abuse that I was subject to in my childhood
Is as real as it gets in my dreams.

I dream of you hurting someone else,
Usually it happens to be my sister.
You finish with me, and then you take her in your car.

Although I am unaware if it happened,
It could have.
I dream out of guilt and fear.

I think they call those nightmares.