Change this pace,
This year’s home is far away,
I’m okay with it,
This year I’m gonna stand high,
I’m okay with the sound of the future.

Reach out now,
This time I've got my harpoon,
I'm okay with defending you,
This winter has been the best of my last few years.
I'm okay with getting stuck.

I accept it.

I stand, here in the trees
An ode to a song
And to my life as it roars
Satisfied with the direction
I walk on not a ledge but a bridge,
Hands on the ropes to keep steady

I stand, thanking myself and the people whom surround me,
You’re all contributors to this success,
Thank you from the bottom of this patched soul.

Ode to home, my love, and my friends,
I’m steady and on my way,
Compassion turned passion,
I’m so happy and overjoyed,
That your support keeps me grounded.

Check on me from time to time,
Cause I won’t lie I get down,
But I haven’t cut these wrists since I’ve turned 17,
I feel as if I’ve escaped, I’m in Trench, I’m not alone.

I’m alive.
I’m alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
I’m alive
I’m alive

Spineless creation of untold creativity,
Restricted to the point of losing the bones in his hands,
Did the bones in his hands figure out where to go,
After years of doubts and suicidal thoughts.

The machine just might be calling,
Puncture the skin,
You better hope this is the right choice,
Cause where else could this man go?

Question his intentions as his intestines twist and jump,
Still searching for something to focus his soul on,
It seems so close right now but will it stay that way,
He sure prays that it does because good god he's nervous.

The machine just might be calling,
Puncture the skin,
You better hope this is the right choice,
Cause where else could this man go?

Everyday, I can see through the drafts,
You're sleepier with every hitch,
The snow's seeming closer as the days grow longer,
And once the longest day of the year pasts,
I know we'll still forge on through mountains.

Mount Everest will be jealous by the amount of people you've killed,
From your everlasting freezing weathered heart,
Maybe you didn't mean to but I won't allow myself to leave,
I'll put on some mountain boots and hike,
Up your slopes I will forge on.

The vices inside that repeat your new boot turned over,
How you've changed, my love, it's inspiring,
Even to the towering Himalayas,
I'll watch you eat some ***** snow before you spit it up,
You're starting to hate the taste and want some fresh ice,
I understand that you're getting too hot.

Mount Everest will be jealous by the amount of people you've killed,
From your everlasting freezing weathered heart,
Maybe you didn't mean to but I won't allow myself to leave,
I'll put on some mountain boots and hike,
Up your slopes I will forge on.

Polar cold
citrus sold/paper rolled
Viper told
silver poles/vindication mold
Bottle mound
laundry sound/bonded found
Caution round
doggy pound/Carousel downed

It makes up you/pup
Link all into a cup

You venomous cub

It makes up you/pup
Link all into a cup

You venomous cub

It makes up you/pup
Link all into a cup

You venomous cub

It makes up you/pup
Link all into a cup

You venomous cub

Potholes, I'm swerving in and out,
Botched lips, hooked on tripping n' falling,
Taught ya', that you're perfectly alright,
The way that you are.

Stop the sound of unsatisfaction.

Passenger seat, I know that it's you,
Asking her again, "Talk to me again, dear."
Massacred eyes, the confusion doesn't scare me,
Cause you're the best that I've got.

Stop the sound of unsatisfaction.

Unwell boy, went to the acute again,
Sell everything, this stress will be undone,
Now yell, I won't watch myself fall,
so I will hold onto you.

Half-alive, dragging ourselves through the trees,
Our legs seem to be missing.
They might be up and living our dreams,
I can feel the thorns scrape my elbows,
Can you feel it too?

Verify if you're real with a wave of a white flag,
From the depths of the undergrowth,
We're getting scratched up by unforgiving roots.

When the blue moon sets over the horizon,
The sun starts to rise and I'm left alone,
The thoughts in my head leave me to be,
Is this good? I don't really know.
I've spent a good portion of my life wondering if i'll even live past 18,
Though the background is static,
Everything in front seems to be happy to be here.

Verify if you're real with a wave of a white flag,
From the depths of the undergrowth,
We're getting scratched up by unforgiving roots.

Changing or cursing- either way,
It's a game we're done playing,
Our legs may be long gone,
Fortunately, you're right here,
So I'll stare at these stars until I figure out you're truly here to stay.

Revolve songs
resonance, emotion, rhythm
Irregular beat
singing, exposed, beauty,
Branded music,
stuck, insomniac, listen.