The concussion of my life,
The timeline so out of order,
Beating me across the head,
The confession so out of place,
And I’m scared what they may see,
If I say anything to someone.

Hello, little stuffed animals,
And elusive little illusions,
The day wasn’t so great,
Could I get it all out to you?
Though you say nothing-
I’m feeling somewhat better.

Shadows in the corners of my eyes,
Encourage things so inevitably strange,
I’m so inevitably strange,
And I can’t wrap my head around my own complex emotions,
I’m trying my best but I’m getting so ******,
Once again I turn,
Back to the plushies on my bed.

Hello, little stuffed animals,
And elusive little illusions,
The day wasn’t so great,
Could I get it all out to you?
Though you say nothing-
I’m feeling somewhat better.

Behind your eyelids I can see,
A entourage of demons,
They'll make you feel alone and break your veins.

I will tell them to step down,
Cause I'm in front of your Irises,
And I'm the one to tell you what's truth from false.

Cover me from the rain,
With the tarp you stole from the neighbor's garage,
I'm a sponge that's ****** up too much liquid,
Anymore and I just might gain some weight,
With the weight that rests on my shoulders I don't want anymore,
Cause my frail knees might crumble under me,
And I will lay face down on the ground,
Unable to make a sound and while you surround, I'll be breaking down.

Forecast had been getting me down,
A puzzle-piece brain rearranging,
Shaking the foundations of my sanity,
Produced for myself, an island alone,
Like Atlantis I would sink to disappear,
Expected to never be found again.

It's stormy,
My strain forming,
Wished I was a story,
Make believe,
Fictional,
Paper-thin product producing purpose.

Instead I was holding onto hot coals,
How in all of the ocean was I alive,
After all the waves and the sharks,
I was alive.

Choose your ghost to fall into,
Two clouds make a whole storm,
And the thunder will rumble,
As the lightening strikes,
Through the ground comes the faith you lost,
Wrap that faith around your neck,
Hope that God comes to save,
While you get thrashed against the floor,
You're screaming out for more,
And you or I stretched towards the ceiling,
Where the clouds formed the snow,
Inside your weathered room.

Nothing's gone right,
Mr. Lake is a figment of your imagination,
Poison boy keeps bothering you,
And Wool Kid's got his hood in your mouth.

You wanted to be a son,
A lamb of something so far, far away,
Of something you never believed to exist,
Yet here you lay, begging for forgiveness,
Knees to the ground and head tilted,
You were tired of rhymes and ***** bones,
Set fire, set fire, set fire to yourself,
I'm getting sick of pretending it wasn't so bad,
Cause I don't know where I'd be if I hadn't been so strange.

Nothing's gone right,
Mr. Lake is a figment of your imagination,
Poison boy keeps bothering you,
And Wool Kid's got his hood in your mouth.

Lead me to hedges instead of ledges,
I'll take it in slow to rest my bow,
Upon wooded trees will be me.

I was torn and forlorn that I was born,
Why I was so twisted as they insisted,
That I must conform to not transform,
A better person that was inside for sometime.

I'm not ready to comply,
Cause I don't know if I can rely,
Or take any side,
Between yours and mine,
Mine takes the most time,
To pretend that I'll be fine.

To be a disgrace,
To my lovely saving grace,
Two sided place becomes my face,
Oh, I could apologize but to entice,
I must hold you high above the fights.

People would be shocked to know,
How I don't find you a foe,
But more so a friend,
I'll take that notion.

To be a disgrace,
To my lovely saving grace,
Two sided place becomes my face,
Oh, I could apologize but to entice,
I must hold you high above the fights.

"The cure comes from what we seek,"
Says our tiny human brain,
So come outside and take a peek,
Watch as the rain may repaint,
Our skin, and it may reek,
It will drain us of our frame,
Leaving us without a need to be weak.

Listen to the pattering drop dead, dead silence,
Until we're told that in order to revive we must relive violence,
Through our childhood eye, we're not proud of compliance.

One life to live it, never mind, I'll take it,
It'll be time before you realize the sin was sitting,
You'll be sick and frail until you fake it,
Alternate versions of biting syllables,
Thought you never could be considered dead for a sit,
It seems as though you never thought it'd be hitting until you started quitting.

Listen to the pattering drop dead, dead silence,
Until we're told that in order to revive we must relive violence,
Through our childhood eye, we're not proud of compliance.

Sudden moves so slow to grow,
Record scratches become music to our ears,
Wreck it and tuck it under basements,
Your bed is a colander to sift bad memories,
Outside of each of us is something you can't trust.

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.

******* your hands,
Restraining rubber bands,
Freakish offhand to demand,
And now we're ******* up contraband,
It might taste like sand,
But it's actually bland, man,
Oh I hate the way I stand,
Do you understand?
Of course you don't understand,
Cause I'm gonna countermand,
Drive yourself to misbrand, me,
This isn't land,
This isn't land,
Just quicksand

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.

Oh, I know, we haven't talked much,
It's been forever since we've seen each other,
I fell for your lack of words,
In the darkest hours of my nights,
When I allowed the acid to run down my skin.

On my head,
All my vices,
In my bed,
This fabric it slices,
And I've said,
again and again,
"Destroy me."

It rained in through the roof,
The people beside myself crying "deliver me"
The walls inside the room closed up so tight,
All I could see was the sky,
And in the sky I couldn't see anybody,
Yet I yelled and I screamed,
Terrified, petrified,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

On my head,
All my vices,
In my bed,
This fabric it slices,
And I've said,
again and again,
"Destroy me."

"Destroy me."

"Destroy me."

Sacrifice vanity,
To see the morality,
Of teenagers in carnality,
This evoked, twisted mentality,
Hear their banality,
Trying to get it out of thee,
As you reach fatality,
Inside their hive mind's lethality.

You're not immune,
To sacrificing yourself far too soon,
But it's the moon that brings your harpoon,
To bleed her out in the middle of the afternoon.

Hidden under doorways,
Is memories we store away,
To continue superficial lives,
Living on whatever buys.

Understandable in the least,
Staying alive is a whole other beast though,
There's nothing to sell to cure cravings,
As we crave it more we continue pavings.

Cleverly hidden paintings,
Try and to keep me under faintings,
As a solution to solve all feeling,
It always leaves me reeling.

You don't know what it's like,
To live every part of life,
To keep on dying and retrying,
Until we deform only to reform.

Sell all your fallacies,
To make up for your valuables,
Inside of every mind is something worth finding,
Dreams inside of dreams keep me clean.

I wore this faded hat of blue,
A symbol of a time long passed,
Now it's on my shelf,
Waiting to be revived,
Waiting for something that will never return.

Cause I've found peace,
Inside this sound,
Inside his eyes,
And that peace will prolong until I am gone.

Invert those colors and you'll get red,
The truth reveals itself and I can run,
To life,
To fight,
I will continue on in empathy of living.

Your mama calls you a flower,
But you believe you're a ****,
Stealing water from all your friends,
Your pokey leaves don't affect me,
I'll water you with everything I've got,
And It's a lot.

Dirt glows green,
When you're not happy,
Oh, I notice it every time,
I'd like to hold your petals,
Show you what you've been missing out on,
All the flowers lies and pushed you aside,
I won't let that happen,
Cause I believe I'm a **** too.

Your mama calls you a flower,
But you believe you're a ****,
Stealing water from all your friends,
Your pokey leaves don't affect me,
I'll water you with everything I've got,
And It's a lot.

Again and again the gardener came by,
To extract you from the growing lawn,
This time though, I'll be beside you,
We'll hold out another week.

In the watercolor painting you made out to me,
Crashing into a beautiful sunset,
I won't ever let the sun go down on me.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your painting were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

In the storm you created in yourself,
You gave me a weathered key,
I realized that the rain was gone,
I'm gonna stay alive,
And I think that it's right that I say it now.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your paintings were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

Ukulele wither by the rays,
Pens litter the ground under my feet,
I'll take this as a sign write another song,
For you.

Down the hall,
Through the home,
Round the corner,
Slip and skid,
I'm a ******,
And a sinner,
Bump and burn,
Up the stairs,
Climb the walls,
Scratch the door,
Glide and grind,
I'm a chump,
Watch me dump,
All my friends,
Away, away,
Into the trash.

Six fingers, six toes,
Three eyes, no ears,
Tonight, we'll fly,
From here, to Clear.

Under my tongue,
Growing thorns,
Too many teeth,
Poking my sores.

I can't believe,
You're with me,
I'm bewildered,
Stay with me.

Believer takes his hat and coat,
Walks out of his room,
Into a misty gloom where shadows warp his irises,
And he falls and falls straight into heaven.

Disbeliever steals a rock from the underground cave,
Ties it to his ankle never floats away,
Blasphemy is and will always be his life,
Every night the disbeliever sat near his bed,
Praying to Believer above,
When it never came he took the name,
Coward.

Believer took pity and asked heaven for an angel,
The angel couldn't do much but mourn with Coward,
As his disbelief kept his sight blinded,
And he was content, by god he never wanted to let go.

Plants grew into Coward's room,
His frame growing frail and tired,
Years of fighting and giving up drained his veins,
Finally, an ounce of death brought a clearing in his vision,
Coward saw his angel and shot it not once, not twice, but thrice,
Once for the son, second for the father, the third for the holy spirit.

Believer took this as a sign,
That he was fearful of something controlling his life,
Coward needed to control and stabilize himself his way,
No angels over his shoulder,
No rules to abide by,
Whether it was real or not,
It was Coward who needed to learn to heal himself.

Coward shot himself once more and bandaged his wound with care,
Taking his blood with him,
He inspected it's contents,
Wondering what was inside that cursed and plagued his life,
He found that it was all himself and things he told himself,
To a shock and a conclusion of misery,
Coward knew that once he got off of his ride,
He'd have to drain his blood and purify it,
It took every ounce of sadness and courage,
But it worked. Oh god it worked.

Tire tracks in my legs,
Dented them and bent them,
Back to the road I go,
I'm so happy,
I'm so happy.

Dear, ghostz,
Don't be sad now,
I'm kinda okay but I'll haunt you,
You won't be lonely any longer,
Not as long as I'm hanging out.

Headphones on my ears,
Danced to them and vented them,
This beat won't let me go,
I'm so happy,
I'm so happy.

Dipping into melted snow,
I'm calming down after a storm,
Untangling the wires around my body,
There comes a day when I'll understand what it means to have purpose,
But for now...

Fire licking at my heart,
Shaping and changing it's rhythm,
Making me sprint away,
I'm so happy,
I'm so happy.

There's skeletons in our closets,
Bones and skulls we never put to rest,
Creatures and people we massacred,
Won't tell anyone cause nobody cares like we do,
We don't fear anything but our own heads,
The things we've seen but forgotten,
Erode away the closet doors,
Guts come spilling way,
Revealing hidden passageways,
To something better that we've hid from ourselves,
Why we hid it just goes to show,
That we thrive under pressure,
Under our own filth and crimson,
In the little passageway,
The darkness was overwhelming,
To me but maybe not to you,
We stared at each other,
Doubting intentions and sudden emotions.

I was a gaslight ready to extinguish,
You were a creature of fire ready to burn up,
The only thing on my mind was a fateful night alone,
I couldn't tell what was on yours and needed to know more,
You lured me out of the shredded heads and limbs,
I was concerned with cleaning my closet,
My mother warned me over and over again,
You were concerned with everybody and not yourself,
We walked through no-mans-land for quite a while,
In between ourselves and everybody else,
We regretted the idea of emotions,
But I gave into a landslide of blood turned sand.

Where it started baffles me,
We hurt ourselves so much but work so well,
We broke into what life can really look like,
We're slowly healing and learning,
And that's the most important part.

Dark is the room I was in,
I ran out of light bulbs so many years ago,
I've been sitting here waiting,
Not moving much,
Just hoping that I would get along just fine.

Repeating words,
Stanzas become remade,
Over and over,
Read the words,
It's exhausting,
The clock as it's ticking,
I want to write well,
I want to write meaning,
But some things like these,
Is just simply boredom.

When the sky fell from itself and into the ground,
I was brought to the world's ledge,
The colors turned grey and stale,
And whenever I looked up,
All I saw was my guardian angel grinning down on me.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

I feel like I talk about colors too much,
When I try to explain my place,
I'm missing the feeling of suffocating,
And I don't know why,
The guardian angel has been found under the front porch,
It turns out he was one of those beast,
I'm not too proud.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

What the future holds,
Is something that scares me,
Cause it's one of those things,
Where I wanna be,
Something,
Something more,
Sing for something more,
It's just a chore,
But I love it.

Shifting in between threads,
They hang from the ceiling,
And brush my hands as I continue forward,
It's as if this room is the center of my universe,
Cause everything's revolving besides me,
Though not around me like I used to think,
I can see glimpses outside of the thread strung windows,
But it's so cracked,
I could break out at any moment,
It's just the lack of courage that stops me in my tracks,
I don't want to break my knuckles or fill them with glass.

When the sun fell behind the houses on the Friday horizon,
I was sure then and there,
That it was said and done,
My weathered teeth and nails don't work as good as they used to,
If I say and do something wrong I'll blame it on them,
The night's when those attributes start to fade and I'm,
I'm just a boy,
Not a man,
Not a mask,
Just a boy.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

On the floor and wondering,
After a long day of wishing the clouds away,
I saw you next to me,
Somehow I remembered that tomorrow was the day,
But something changed and rearranged,
Inside of my chest came a feeling I couldn't ignore,
Overwhelming and calming all at the same time,
Taking my courage with me,
I said something I couldn't and wouldn't take back.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

As the note laid under my pillow begun to fade of it's ink,
I was with you and knowing,
There was something more to watch the sun rise once more for,
Stay with me for tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing out our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
You're everything and always for me,
To me,
So give me your hand and I'll hold you for as long as I can,
So stay with me tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
Nobody needs to know that we're home.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

When you look upon yourself in the mirror,
Do you see what I see?
Because the way you look away when I say,
"You're amazing."
Just gives me proof that you're out of this world,
It's okay, It's okay, it's okay.

It's time for you to learn,
To learn to love yourself.

You're framed inside a picture,
That's moving out of the gallery,
And your eyes hold the stars,
While your hands hold the torch,
Of all the art in the gallery you're the most stunning.

It's time for you to learn,
To learn to love yourself.

And when the sun sets on the hills,
It reminds me of your smile,
Call me cheesy and a dork now if you want,
But I'm telling you the truth, my dear,
It's the truth,
So for me,
Could you find a way,
To love yourself.

Coming clean,
Running my blood down the sand,
It'll filter through the cracks until it reaches my corpse,
The corpse of mine will be revived,
Coming clean as they wanted me.

I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.

Coming clean,
A new father reaches through the veil,
Setting fire to my bones,
Lighting my passion ablaze,
He runs the blood back through my veins,
Casting a new spirit to life,
Coming clean, is that what that means?

I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.

Coming clean,
I'm just a son,
Who's scared to try,
Scared to see beyond his own irises,
Shake me down and rid me of these vices,
Coming clean, as I lay in the blood-laced sand.

I won't be gone,
Tell the father I'm sorry,
Tell Him I'm sorry,
I won't be gone.

It's been raining,
But that's okay cause I'm following close behind,
The flood goes up to my knees,
It only goes up to your toes though,
How and why are you able to walk like that?
After years of flooding I guess I've learned,
That giving up is easier then taking the lead,
Though now you seem to be willing,
Holding me up by the wrist and,
Wrapping me up in black sand.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.

It's been snowing,
A storm is on it's way,
One that will cover me up,
Becoming my new tomb,
But if you're still willing,
Will you dig me up and out,
I'll hold you gratefully, gracefully,
Between the chorus and choirs,
Smiling white wolves come down,
From mountains above staircases,
You're still here so I'm not afraid.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.

Down falls our heads and hands,
Through alternate realities,
While pretending to be okay,
Everything just begins to fall apart here.

Same breathing tone,
Same foreground noise,
Same backyard burial,
Same hounded home.

Kitchen sink washes away my discolored eyes,
The doubt that I'd left inside of them,
Grind them up into paint,
To smear over the walls of my bedroom.

Same breathing tone,
Same foreground noise,
Same backyard burial,
Same hounded home.

In the nighttime,
He spells 'forever' on my favorite sweater,
Stealing it for the next day,
His eyes are soft in the nightlights that shine so bright,
Stars don't move when I remember we could die tonight,
But that doesn't matter when you're by my side.
Bring the sound of your heart beating to my hands,
Let me sign my way through words of distrust.

With you in my youth,
I know,
I'm not alone forever,
Though we may never last the years across time and growth,
I know,
I'm not alone in these dangerous nights,
So stay with me,
For now,
You're what makes my heart beat through laughter,
For now,
Be the one that keeps me alive,
While I learn to depend on myself as well.

In the nighttime,
I'm watching the sky close it's eyes on me,
I'm thankful though, that yours are still open for me,
Hold the bag away from my face,
It contains the pessimistic thoughts of falling apart and losing my head.

With you in my youth,
I know,
I'm not alone forever,
Though we may never last the years across time and growth,
I know,
I'm not alone in these dangerous nights,
So stay with me,
For now,
You're what makes my heart beat through laughter,
For now,
Be the one that keeps me alive,
While I learn to depend on myself as well.

Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
At least that's what they insist,
But it traps me inside a lane,
I can't get out of the crawling traffic,
Let's get out of the car,
Roll down your windows,
Escape into the ditches and cleverly hidden cabins of forests.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.

Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
But I like to think there's something more,
Perhaps a trail that leads thousands of miles away from where you started,
You'll pass by three legged deer and struck down trees,
Nothing you will pass will ever be familiar,
Like seeing through new eyes every mile you make alive.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.

Under the moon and stars,
Their shadows draw moving picture photographs across my chest,
Opening it up to let me play a song for you,
How is it that the sunrises have turned so colorful,
And how is it that your eyes change every time I fall deeper.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.

There's a place in the stars,
Where I can find a new galaxy,
It calls me to trust you,
So my hands start bleeding ink,
In my mind I'm beside your drawn lines,
And I'm chasing that feeling down.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.

I put my heart inside your fridge,
Left it there for you to find,
It's in the very back corner,
I hope no one else see's it,
Cause what I have is only for you.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.

I left my hands inside your mother's car,
So I can sign my care for you,
Grab onto them if you're ready,
When you're ready,
I'm here for you to fall on when you're down.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.

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If I'm to be honest,
I'm starting to trust you,
And with trust comes a feeling I enjoy,
It's your companionship that I long for,
Nothing more.
But could you forgive me if I brought home a stray dog?
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of meat?

And the morning welcomes new thoughts,
While the night ushers them out the door,
Because without the sun,
I'm just me. Just a son.
Not a mask,
Not a man.
Just a son.
Hoping to meet you tomorrow.

I'll take it to the sea,
The reality of myself,
And could you please listen to me,
I need to know If you're alright,
Nothing less,
But could you forgive me if I brought home a black cat,
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of marrow?

Passing hues of greens and blues,
Days strewn across acres of snow,
His time grown longer,
Past the fading of moons,
Through the winding chimes of fall.

I can see it now,
Though it isn't clear,
It's enough to say I've done something,
To say that I'm not alone,
In a world where being alone is praised.

Black interior seats envision me,
Wrapping around the slightest of sounds,
Completing the time against reeled hooks,
His grown up and realizing,
Things will never be perfect,
But it's good enough to keep pushing.

I can see it now,
Though it isn't clear,
It's enough to say I've done something,
To say that I'm not alone,
In a world where being alone is praised.

******* down fading brains,
Showing up to broken theater shows,
Shaking hands too wet to breathe,
Sinking eyeballs into the deep oil.

Cooler boys rested up on champagne,
Cooped up inside muddled sounds,
Crouching under bright green pathways,
Crumbling stones on tombstones.

Acting up to start a hurricane,
Accepting a life worth living,
Ate all of his supper with gratefulness,
Account for all the crowns left rotting.

Read moss covered signs,
Record voices among trees,
Rescue his passion from a grimy sea,
Receive praise and survive.

End with a bright yellow,
Entrance eyes and more to discover,
Enter with a word in hand,
Escape death with a breath of passion.

Dreaming thoughtfully over miles of land,
Dusk approaches his feet and brightens the night,
Drumming out fears of growing old,
Doors lead to newer worlds that he never believed real.

Curves and lines,
Shapes and areas,
Crowded around in art,
A creative mind full wreck of youth,
He’s healing.
Being bathed inside of his room,
A room of green,
A room of stale ideas come to life.
He’s got his hand on the future,
But taking the step scares him the most,
He’s ready,
He knows he is,
He’s been through years,
And those years killed fears,
But along with his friends.
Though he’s lost all meaning to losing friends,
He knows they mean well and he’s got more to see,
So watch him heal,
His eyes are more blue than they’ve ever been,
His head is clearer with every sip of bleached river water.

Indents and impressions,
Bends and rounds,
Sending signals of health and healing,
Sent home to where the family under the roof welcomes him inside of his dreams,
So if you’re okay with him,
He’ll take that step to a new day,
A sunny summer day in the middle of winter,
He’ll sleep on a rainy day,
But only be more productive the very next,
He’s doing change,
Allegories and curses inside his brain becoming strangely kind and hopeful,
He’s loving it by loving himself,
In a way of which is hopefully not conceited,
As he hopes he never becomes,
Green envelopes healing boys,
Green screens the depression’s knife from viewing.
Green is the color of winning in his roomy world.