Out with the old, in with the new,
This is the work that we do do do.

Clean up the mess, bring out the best,
This is as good as it gets gets gets.

Clear all the debris that your eye can see,
break it loose, let it go, set it free, free, free.

Working so hard, a bit hurt, a bit scarred,
Trudge through the mud in the yard, yard, yard.

In the west, see the sun. The long shift about done,
Pack it in boys, the day is won, won, won!

You lost me at "I love you",
and that seems so very strange
You lost everything you could have had,
The day you made that change.

You lost me at "I love you",
and I'd already bought the flowers,
Thinking of your pretty smile,
for what seemed hours upon hours.

You lost me at "I love you",
What a fateful night it was.
When I learned of hollow heartbreak,
and the awful things it does.

I saw you with the other man,
and was hurt to great degree.
You lost me at "I love you",
Because it wasn't said to me.

It's not in her touch,
It's not in her grace.
It's not in the soft
of the skin on her face.

It's not in her smile,
It's not in her teeth,
It's not in the spirit,
that rests underneath.

It's not in her laughter,
It's not in her warm guise.
It's not where you think...

but it's there...

...in her eyes.

What is this shell that's left of me?
This bundle of brittle bones.

Cold. Dry. Lifeless.

There was a time they moved.
They laughed. They cried.

All of that is over now.

There are no gentle touches,
There are no flowing tears,
There are no joyful smiles.

What little of this soul remains
is drifting away
into an endless sea of white...

I am the best and the worst,
as much as I'm blessed I've been cursed.

I am the dark and the light,
as I shine I scream out in the night.

I am the beginning and end,
as I break through the wall and transcend.

I am the birth and the death,
as I feel the chill in my breath.

I thought this thing was finished.
I thought it was over.
But yet, here I am.
Dangling on the edge of a cliff.
Staring at the torturous ground below.
Wondering if rescue is coming,
Or if I am doomed to plummet
angrily to the murky depths.

I rarely get pulled over.
I don't often get strange looks.
If a police officer sees me,
They pass right by.

I go about my day without worry
over what problems my skin
may cause me this time around.

As I live my life,
I occasionally hang my head
as I think about those
Who can never live as freely as I do.

And in that moment
I am cursed with a thousand questions
For which I fear there is no good answer.