I forget who I'm waiting for,
On the faded concrete,
As per usual I'm looking to the sky,
Maybe I'll see the sign I've been waiting for,
We've all waited for.

I'm no saint but I need your halo,
I may curse you but please speak unto me,
I beg of you to breath onto my skin,
My empty bones need flames.

Wandering isles of convenience stores,
Looking for a sign from the place where I reign,
Stole another bag of suicide, maybe cyanide.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for us all.

I'm no saint but kindly give me strength,
Prove unto me that you are here,
Empty promises never fulfilled,
My deadened bones need reviving from you.

I'm no saint...but I need you.
I need you.
Please come home now.
Please...

im asleep on this sunny day,
everything could be going right,
but it's all wrong in my head,
if im to be honest,
im ready to die.

There's a stale little flavor in the air, now,
I've been learning about how life's not fair,
My gender's been a debate for a while,
And my voice just keeps giving out.

Nobody's able to,
Nobody's able to,
Decipher body blues,
Decipher body blues.

Supposed to write something that I remember.
What do I really remember?
What's real and what's pretend?
I've gotta be specific.
I can't be too personal,
I can't be too stupid,
I can't be too cringe,
What the **** do I do?

im alone inside my own head,
im not thinking straight,
thats okay cause its too late,
lets get drunk, poison boy, youve won this fight.
sending love to all my closest friends,
until i go ill sing a prayer of defeat.

Purple paddy wagon rolls up to my party,
Party of one with white wet jeans,
I'm no cool cat, there's no chance.

Don't you see my growing green garden?
Don't you see my big blue tears?
Don't you see my honeysuckle hands?

Im holding onto you.
Now I'm holding onto you.
All I'm holding onto is you.
Grasping and holding onto you.

There's a boy at the end of the driveway,
He's telling me all about the Warden,
And how he's brought houses to ruins,
He's telling me to look out for my loved ones.

When my voice is so loud,
How do you not hear me speak?
When I tell you these words,
About the pain I have felt,
You only speak from the pain that you've dealt.

. . . . .

s i l e n c e

. . . . .

s t a y  c a l m

. . . . .

f o r g e t  t h e  g u n

. . . . .

i t s  o k a y

. . . . .

d a y s  g r o w  l o n g e r

. . . . .

n i g h t s  g r o w  d a r k e r

. . . . .

t r y  t o  s l e e p

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Fowl seed inside the earth,
Grows into a tender prose,
Just outside the window,
Looking in, a foreign stranger.

Why do you keep guessing,
The emotions that are pressing,
Inside my brain's distressing,
You do not know the depressing,
my suicidal head's wrestling.

Back away from my choices,
You are one of the many faces,
That tell me I am voiceless,
That tell me I am faceless.

Stop.
Repeat what you just commanded,
Do you really think that I've just abandoned,
Remember I that am left-handed,
A voice that you take for granted,
But I have the advantage.

I am here to make my own purpose,
Even if I drown, I'll resurface,
You're only seeing me from the purchase
I will not be treated like a circus.

For now I might flightless,
Maybe a little sightless,
But I will find the brightness,
Where I will become priceless.

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.

Walking in the middle of the road,
Cars drive by silently,
The only sound comes from my nervous breath,
I can feel the spiders crawling under my skin,
They make my flesh itch and yearn for a better body.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?

The road dips down into a soundless home,
I recognize the old pictures of that girl I never was,
"Why do you doubt me?" I ask the tired woman in front of me,
She won't respond, She knows she knows me better than myself.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?

Cars begin to swerve and crash alongside me,
I'm running now, don't have a destination in mind,
All I know is that I need to get new flesh,
Things that shouldn't be there, are there.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?

YOURE A VILLAIN
YOURE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN

Call us crazy,
Write the slurs,
Every name in the book,
And he’s scared,
You’ve scared him now.

YOU’RE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH MR. DEAF MAN
YOU’RE A VILLAIN
OH, MR DEAF MAN

Find a home inside your hate,
Scream at us when we won’t break,
Videos to prove the discomfort,
Are now all hidden inside.

I am kept alive by the growing vines,
They tell me what to do and what to say,
If I were to be honest, they don't do it very well,
But that's alright cause I'm getting on just fine.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

Throw myself onto my knees,
Grip the ground and try to get away,
The vines restrict me from moving anywhere,
I wanna be something, I wanna be someone.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

They begin to cover my mouth,
I can't breath or even begin to think,
I keep thinking that it's over but I don't wanna go.

In the darkness of the volcanic sand,
It's pitch black words sink into my soul,
As I find my peace between it's grains,
But I can't pull it out from there.

All of these pages wasted,
Cause I'm sitting on the next, faded,
Writing about how I'm so jaded,
Would it be a crime if I made it?

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I can be cursed by God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.

I'm tidying up this time,
Wrapping a complex line,
Failing to see the crime,
Cause there wasn't one, it's fine.

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I can be cursed by God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.

Watch me,
I dare you,
Watch me grow.
You told me I'll never do so,
I'm paving my own road,
From the road that was cracked and beaten,
Into one of fresh cement,
Watch me,
I dare you,
Watch me grow,
I'll become better than anything you've ever known,
I'll break you down and tell you off,
The power in my hands will **** your inspiration in me.

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.

Water me down, flower kid,
To a seed in the ground.

There's no such thing as wanting to die,
You're just a silly sad butterfly,
Plummeting gracefully from the sky.

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.

Welcome.
to Democracy,
where people have the choice
but no one uses their voice.

When.
will we learn that,
in order to change,
We.
gotta make our voice heard.

Then.
the sirens will ring out,
Everyone scatters.
into little holes in the broken earth.

Look for me,
In the speed,
Of the sunrise,
Photoscope roped,
Out my mind.

Well Champ,
You're a ****,
Don't pretend,
You're not sick.

Bought a flight,
To treat my oversight,
Fight because they're not right,
Outta here,
Definitely queer.

Whatever I can be is what I can't see,
And the ground under my toes feels like sand,
When it really should be a bed,
This is not where I want to be.

I ******* hate sinking and it's all happening so fast,
The voices inside my mind are getting louder,
But I'm scared to ask for help cause I'm close,
To the end of the river and the beginning of the sea.

Hit me in the face,
Snap my neck to look at my shoulder blades,
Split my gut like I've been laughing too much,
Five days a week I'm consumed and for the next,
I'm a ******* mess of inky hands and broken lightbulbs.

Now what I can be is what's in the sea,
I just need to dip my toes,
Keep my eyes down the sights,
There's not a lot of hope inside the head,
Where the drama king resides with a tethered leash.

The tides began turning,
While once hardened boulders,
Turned into gentle sand,
Washing against my ankles,
Remind me of what I loved.

Don’t think I really changed,
Just forced myself into a mold,
Every model on my shelf,
Tucked away into the cave,
I find the strength to uncover,
A love lost to the pressure,
Of conforming to the tide.

The tides began turning,
While once hardened boulders,
Turned into gentle sand,
Washing against my ankles,
Remind me of how I loved.

I hated that I didn’t match the mold,
No matter how hard or long I tried,
The old crooked signs never lead me right,
Sending me back and forth between states,
So I built my own sign and forge my own path,
Cupped the love in the palms of my hands,
Held it close and took it with me on my journey.

What's the end like?
Does it hold me in a tender embrace,
Or does it break my bones with haste?
Do I fall into a dark abyss in peace,
Or does it cresend into a scene of rigorous hate.

I don't think I care.

Let's take this operation and send it south,
Where all the hopeless children go to rot,
Im a carcass with a soul,
An angel with no God.

You better stay inside,
Watch the sun come hither,
To destroy our purgatory,
Well, I say bring it on,
Show them I'm not afraid to die.

Let's take this operation and send it south,
Where all the sinner children go to scream,
I'm a coffin without a tomb,
A demon with leftover love.

When you don't know,
Which way's home,
Look to the sky,
I'll send you the bird,
With mischievous glee.

The cops and my boot licking boys,
Start a gun show but no guns show,
We are the miracle that America so desperately needs,
To prove it to you here’s the constitution,
In the fine print we can read, “In America the white men are free,”

We will subdue your women,
We will **** all your liberals,
We will bless all the gays,
We yearn for the old American ways.

It's the third civil war, oh galore, all the gore,
I implore you run cause it's you I'm gonna come for,
Won't be a bore, no more, we'll settle the score,
More and more, I'll cut your bones you *****,
Populate the world with white hoods, preach the lore.

We subdued all the women,
We killed all the liberals,
We blessed all the gays,
We cherish the old American ways.

We subdued all the women,
We killed all the liberals,
We blessed all the gays,
We cherish the old American ways.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

The lake never looked so much darker.
I used to see the bottom but now all I see is black.
I climb to the edge of the dock knowing my fate as clear as day.
I dip my hand into the water and start to fade away.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

My body feels like a mere illusion,
Wavering back and forth between common ideas and useless ideals,
The black waves rock over me until I lose my breath,
I can feel something tugging on my leg,
Urging me to sink farther.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

Swinging on the swings,
Like little kids, you and I,
We're kinda messed up and a bit gross too,
But I wanna stay kids with you,
Don't wanna be working-class just yet.

Who else would it be?
I can't see?
I can't understand?
I can't cry again tonight.

Curl up in my lap,
Sleep away the nightmares,
I'll keep you safe,
Inside our playground tonight, my dear,
It's freezing outside so stick with me,
By the way, I'm in love with you.

Who else would it be?
I can't see?
I can't understand?
I can't cry again tonight.

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.

Open up my eyes and,
Take me to the riverside,
Let's play make believe on the sand,
I'll be a prince and you can be a dragon.

Greater heights without you.
Clinging tighter without you.

I'm tired of you controlling my life and,
I think it'd be better if I killed you,
You're nothing to me,
Not anymore.

Taking chances without you,
Holding onto opportunities,
Without you.

Skipping stones by your side,
I know that you like yo lie,
You could write a Gospel,
On how terrible I am,
Now let me go.

"You're no good."
"They hate you."
"Don't leave me alone."
"You need me."

Growing stronger without you,
Staying alive without you,
Threw away all my razors,
No thanks to you.

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.

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.