Leave me alone
Unless you love me

And love me well
If you do

The springtime asked me to touch her soft petals,
I gushed with pleasure to be such a lucky soul
We shared the kinds of secrets you only tell your love
Then laid under the sky
And thought about what life was

The sky was heavy
But we were strong enough to swim in it
We were born to a fortune
With strange types of currency

Yes, I love your body as you swim
You can count on mine
To pull yours in

if we were like an orchestra,
what would it sound like?
we're like a growth of self-replicating instruments
assembled haphazardly
with some spots really glowing...

twisting, splintering, breaking
airy and light, slow and morose
snapping strings and shards of wood
set off their chain reaction
inspired pieces, conversation
and wild innovations...

can you hear it like i can?

don't **** me please

-shrug and smile-

okay

The things we do inside don't matter,
A sick twisting of the mind.

Cut off the circulation at strategic points
Devour the self
And dream your pleasure.

This is not an admission of sin
This is an innocent protest
There are some things I would never do
And that's how I got you.

This is not heaven
It's my refusal to go to hell
I scoop my brains back into my head
And get on with living.

It feels good.

Veins ******* veins,
You know it doesn't matter
We end up with a face
We end up in a shape.

I want to have *** with you
I don't wanna get married
And you can't have a baby that wasn't already there.

But what if this is wholesome,
And I was just in my darkness?

I can feel my organs bulging in space
Boasting and cowering
Squelching and squirming

I am a sick man

I hold together my viscera with an idiotic pride
No one likes me, not really
Not even myself

I am something wrong with the world
The only thing that's right
When you claim it's yours
And try to rob me of the light

And heaven knows you will
But they never asked to lie
Those poor conquerors of hell
That doomed wretch of a spy

Revisit the infinite
Decline a gift
Oh, you'll never know what you lost
Was it nothing
Was it everything
Was it somewhere in between?

I know the kiss of your summertime lips
They taste like salt, and lilac
And *** and coke

You don't disappoint, my clear christine
Your love tastes like
A nectarine

when a dream ruptures,
and sparks fly from our bones,
does the dust of collapse breathe a life of its own?

as my limbs are flailing
and my organs are failing
does something else feel less alone?

do the depths of the night
take breath and respite
knowing lost love will be someday sewn?

when the dew in the dawn
glistens red in the sun
do you think it really knows?

Lover, lover--
Never know another
Freedom is as freedom does
So buy yourself a govern

Meant whatever
It was I said,
Meant what I built
And meant what I bled
Sent you a letter
Spent my lead
On anything but thunder

Lover, lover
The major and the minor
Nature leads with maiden hand,
Deployed a void designer

Lover, lover
My clumsy hands are cold
They fail your beauty far too often
But I've got this hand to hold

You say I'm something great.
You even dare to call me perfect, at times
And it sets aglow a part of me
That managed not to become an utter mess, sure.

But these times you call me great
Sort of ring in my head when I'm alone.

Falling heroes, great men
Those who rescue and heal and risk their lives... not me.

I am so far from that.
I am so far from anything like that.

It ***** me up that Hollywood was always with us
In flawed eyes, but I love it

I do, you never get it
Quite right
Do you?

And that's just fine.

But upon writing a little piece on the matter
The words form a magic ring
And encircle me

I won't lie, I see it too
Like that song by the Foo Fighters--
And I can see it in you.

Still I will say,
You exploit the gradient!

I can only be what I am
And we hate to be a disappointment
Or feeling helpless

But because you are not me,
You can take up this shape of something so desirous
Something I can never be
And because of these certain effects
You can say you worked hard for it
And you did, that's not a lie
But you also know how that comes across to me--

You just automatically are that thing,
No fair, how come you get to be that,
And I'm just stuck being this?

Whether it's my motivation, I didn't try hard enough
Or just my natural state
I could have practiced more and didn't,
Those things likewise all shake out and that is definitely the truth

But there is another way to arrive at that conclusion, and even if you validated me on that point it would still frustrate me to no end!

It's pretty idiotic to have a dream
Some might say
The way I conduct myself

Is less than great men of history
But I have inside knowledge

Every action has been forced
I never had a choice
This is my natural state
And I live off
The benefits

Work is a concept that makes sense
Demons say I shoulda got a job
But work is a concept that makes sense
When it works to work, you'd work

And when it doesn't work, you're working hard to work again.

Are you ready for another
Succession of characters
Completed perfectly
There are no bad poems here

There was molding and trim
Of Mahogany,
Rustic and intricate
Done in the old style

But it was the fire in the hearth that spoke to me

There were enchanted mirrors and magical tablets

But it was an old guitar, smoldering away into the night
That moved my spirit to fall in love.

It was a new beginning,
No second guessing.

Which side is winning?

The moon outside,
Swept into the sharp
Inhale of the universe

There, in the hearth burns
A new kind of fire on Earth.

Miss k8
Is driving
Her red car

I don't remember the day I started giving you tests.

You passed them all,
Flying colors.

But there was always something left.
A stray mark,
An eraser smudge,
Or I'd just fabricate something entirely.

I'd question your... dedication.
Yes.

I'd look into your eyes, searching for a lack of symmetry.

It's a mean thing to do to a nice girl
Who has only ever given you
The fullest beats of her beating heart.

Now, I know I'm not symmetrical.
In gruesome monologues,
Lit by dramatic spotlight
I'm aware of what I'm doing.

But I just looked in the mirror and god,
Was it horrid.

But I tell you everything.
I tell you things like this,
About me,
And you still love me anyway.

No space beats the space you inhabit.
I want to inject your blood into mine
Because I feel your heart trying to push it in,
Trying to push across our skin.

And we are perfectly symmetrical,
You and I,
If I just let us lay
Side by side

The world is a crooked tower of precarious steel beams and glass
And people whose sole purpose is to infect and destroy my peace.

At heart,
I
Am just a mewling kitten.

my stupid eyes
see a hopeful youth
and healthy vigor
when they project their feelings into the mirror.=,

My poetry feels dull and lifeless

I cant write better than my own death
How do I compete?

older boys can fade to a brown-gray if they let themselves,
soaking in the daily rays as they come along
collapsing into comfy couches

honey don't think i wouldn't if i could
i'm pressing right up against the glass in my mind
i feel like a crazy person,
just straining to fit in

and you know where we stay young,
it's the same place where we sleep
but you've got your doubts about me
until i have more money
and something to do after.

Always give your very best,
From your heart's hot furnace
To the depths of that gaping maw.

Through the rivers of the Earth,
And with these lumps of clay rolling around
Collecting bits of metal
Shaping themselves
Drinking it all in
Before the cycle completes.

Your very best draws in resentment like a magnet
Accusations taking flight like vile birds
Like proverbial pigs next to age-old idioms,
Because it escapes understanding

Except by you,
As you try obviously to craft
Another excuse...!

Ugly girl,
Twist your eyes in the mirror to see beauty--
Do a contrivance dance
Like a stimming autistic kid
And be taken off guard by reality
And laugh, and laugh or cry.

But the hornbeams are immune to your endless pondering
I know you've already felt like you were about to die
Many times
Just by thinking about it
Yes, I know it's scary
Sadly there is nothing I can do

Not much more than we can do for Jesus.

But you are cousins with a narwhal.
And you know your blood is technicolor phlogiston.
And your disappointment breeds joy
And you can't snap the Earth in half with your mind.

I've had the power to make you squirm and writhe
As it turns out, I'm just a shriveled worm
But no!
You can't have that
Our secret's deep, and strong
I know

You know I'm thirty and I pick my nose

Well tissues aren't always close by
And these digits are just so...
Oh well, ******* you!
I wash my ****** hands!

And then it dawned on me...
You don't care.
You just don't care.

But then I took it too far.

Because not only did I pick my nose, I...
Well, nevermind.

We don't have to talk about that,
Because I did what I'm supposed to do.
And you know I'm a gentleman,
And I shaped up,
And I managed myself how a gentleman should.

Anyway, I have things to attend to.

Trees to identify,
Spanish to learn, you see.

And no, this is not all some big joke to me.

I just think it's all too much,
And I'm pleased to know you feel the same way,

Disa Turner.

Oh, don't,
Well if you must
I oblige you
Take my soul, there
Ah, just, go
Do it!
Jeremy, you *******...!

Scenes that cracked my world apart--
The pieces were drawn back together by heavy sobs
The tears make their dust more malleable
And the sun bakes a house out of mud and sacrifice.

All you've gained by pressure
Makes you a treasure
In the world
For someone who is
Falling apart.

picked up a pretty shell
wondered,
what lovely organism once inhabited
you?
caught a silly thought
found myself an idle mind
with twisting hands
busying myself with
such silly thoughts

ran into the same end as any
washed up on a faraway beach
never really knew
the meaning of life
except for me
just me

One day the earth and sky will let go of each other
And you'll go shooting out of your head
And through the intensity of suffering you'll become an element of the sun

Yes you were everything you couldn't be
Struggling against itself
Vying for attention from itself
Or totally at peace

When you said you hated us we heard the call
We are eternally precipitate, and this is not a boast

There was nothing we could do

Every day dissolves these hired walls
Whose only job is ignorance:
Ignorance was my home
Awareness is a nightmare

hahahahahahahahahahaahahhahahahahahhaahhahaha i am not here

she creeps an icy finger up under my jaw to remind me
her hand clamps down and twists my head
forcing me to face it

grotesquely
her body twists and and out of mine
her dress flows around everywhere
the folds of fabric fall down and become the sky
you know what i mean

i wish she'd just suffocate me all at once
not slowly in a stupor
it's an insult to the kid

i can pull out sun wafers and pass them around
it doesn't matter
this crazy cadaver hit a hard truth deep down
it's gonna ring true for the rest of my time here

You made it seem like
Life could be something
It was never gonna be.

Wreaths of stars
Mock my flesh
Teasing, "Hey boy,
Sing like me!"

You kindled hope
In a child's eyes
Knowing every single lie
Now I can't even stomach flight,
Now I run away from light.

Gray square box,
Ashamed if you don't fall in love with brown
A witness to the rainbow
That is swirling all around
And you could try to call it yours
But somehow I think they'd disagree
Just like if I composed a masterpiece
And you took credit from me.

And as math rounds out my beauty
I see how it's two out of three
I see my ever cheating girlfriend
And suppose she never cheats
I see the fealty of my sorrow
And futility in peace
I see the God inside the Devil
And the Devil's eating me.

Calm down
You're getting frantic
I have to look up
The word pedantic

Can't really sing
As if we planned it
So just rock out
To Stand Atlantic

Oh, misery
You're unprepared
If only you could prove
That it's not your choice
You can try to learn everything,
But why's it hard?

You could try to learn everything
But why's it so hard?

Isn't that a little suspicious?

Garrulous.
Crunchy leaves don't lament the lack of artfulness
Nor artifice, or the lustful way in which I
Walk out of Kristen's house
Expecting them not to attack

I just ramble on and on
Waiting for you to draw your blade
My neck has always been naked
I don't wear steel plates

Brandishing it all the time
Your teeth sparkle in the sunlight
When you smile, they shine
Once I was a kid, back then it never forked my mind

What I do inside is not wrong
And that doesn't mean I'm clinging to pride
The way nature touches herself
Are we like the mantis?
Did you warn me not to do it again?

The brown leaves skitter across the street
They cannot escape and so they hope to be crushed up into dirt
And sometimes get swept up and strangled by plastic bags
But even plastic burns when you get it hot enough

So maybe the ocean is really getting cleaner every second

i see fear dancing like a fire on his mind
watching from a distance,
tortured nerve endings spit and seize
the field is burning
his limbs are flailing
smoke fills up his lungs

i know where that field is,
closer to here than i care to mention--
i have heard that it is dangerous;
i am not going there.

i'm watching him burn now--
and i do,
i feel sorry for him.

Grown into myself
The thorn in my side
Resourceful mother

A simplex lover
I have seen myself
And sworn it's another

Have I lost the plot?
Using what I can
To my own advantage

Monitor beeps,
The range of my roots
I gather my signal

But I heard you crying
I could not be winning
If I collapsed Christmas

I guess I'm a killer,
I guess I'm a loser,
I guess this is evil.

i know the universe works mentally
mentally, i know the universe works
i know mentally the universe works
i work i know the universe mentally
i know i work the mentally universe

kendrick lamar told me

haha

i feel things that make sense for a human to feel
within that context
all of those things are crazy,
some of them are not.

with shades of grey.

all the way to the center:
where does experience come from?

you're a node
part of harmonic series
are you serious
i know
i know everything

you know nothing john snow

how far does this thing go?

i think it's time for bed

I see the lunes sliced out by angel eyes from the aether,
Longstanding inertia flipping through history's pages

I exist for the sole purpose of satisfaction,
So watch stigma grow in concentric rings of blood
That make you think he must have done something to deserve a good headshot.

Selfish, selfish, selfish...
That's all I am, right?
And you stand silent in the form of a steadfast willow
But there was an angel somewhere around who said,
"Go away!"

This is so embarrassing
But we stitched it closed and I flirted with a saprophyte:
Hello little friend
What have they called you,
And what science have you been radiating into our minds?

I can't escape my own gravity, though
And I pull at the fine fabric of grace,
Making angels cry.

Why does it seem like you're so right
When you look at me that way?
No one is looking at you any way!
Or, I see what you mean, I do
But it can't explain this to itself

You will give it to me more directly than that, sure
But I promise you it will make no more sense than this!
You'll disagree.

But there were autumn leaves and firefly shows
Thoughts in between thoughts that supposed they were at least on a spectrum
Rainbows in polluted puddles
And wondering if I'm actually helping but being glad to be able to wonder it,

There were thoughts about satisfaction,
And what if there was only one thing,
And how satisfied would it be with itself?
How would it feel about itself, and how are things accomplished?
There were beautiful canine heroes
And fathers of heath and hardwood,
Imbued within the gilded conscience of everything,
I was so beautiful, and I did give heed to the dark corners
And I loved the dark corners
And the dark corners will never admit that I loved them but I did,
I tried, my heart went out to them
It will never be enough! And then I realized it's me

There were great songs I wrote but I did not need their approval,
I was beautiful inside too, with a curious heart and active imagination,
I was not ugly inside like you have said and will probably say again,
I was actually beautiful,
And I was extremely intelligent,
Though you might draw lines around me that make 100% sense,
You will see me as small when I say,
"I understand everything, though!"
But I actually do, and intelligence is a quality I've been endowed with
I am one of the Great Philosophers of Time,
I'm just saying, you seem to continually want to characterize me as average and unimpressive
But just in my own mind I want to emphasize how brilliant I am
The doubters and naysayers are just emergent trash
I only listen to the realities that serve me
And that is intelligent of me, especially if I'm aware of certain properties of the universe!
But I do not expect validation, because, well, duh, it has to be that way
See? Your disapproval (of me) is so stupid! I'm laughing at it

Unless, that is, I am equivalent to your circumstances of poverty
Sometimes the circumstances are bleak
Maybe because all I can do, in a version of the truth, is take
And so in that case I would say I can't help it and I legitimately am sorry
I am not laughing at that person but you can see how this can get complicated
But anyway........

You are not your own mother
There is a real person who loves you
You don't have to face that yet,

There were rivers of beautiful people all so full of love
And we don't know what happened but sometimes they experienced really horrible things
And they had to hold one another accountable,
Which was extremely hard to do but at least they tried, oh, at least they tried
Yes it was so ugly and it makes me want to cry.
Trying anything, as it turns out, is not just difficult but quite impossible
Yes I know I tried things but you have to kind of squish them away from the whole thing to get anything out of it,
And it doesn't want to stay that way because it's all tethered and stuff

Laurels, laurels, laurels.

Passing through laurels and Indian cucumber-root.

You don't even realize what you're saying.

Yes I do, I've read her rants on facebook, that's all this is.
It's funny how I don't realize I'm looking at myself with a cocked head, that's a mocked head. Oh, you're such an enigma.

Laurels, laurels, laurels.

Laurels and bear corn. Trilliums and pink lady slippers. Wood nettle and bryophytes. My thoughts are like Ramaria time lapsing into a dry spell. I start learning things but I'm burning a candle at both ends. You can be an expert on subjects, but I have some sort of disadvantage that I can't escape. And I even understand what's going on with that aspect, but it is a great frustration. It's weird because of the omni-tension, like the squishing thing I was describing earlier, it causes me to want to be something I can't, I guess it has something to do with Lilith, but I will always round out to be something I accept as pretty **** good, but then I have to let it go.

Since we met, I've become awakened to the notion
That your scent permeates the world.

Little flowers blossom into my day:
Glistening thoughts, honey
The state of Oregon, the words of strangers.

And that certain aroma wafts up to my brain,
And creation celebrates itself in my synapses.

And when you come around--
When you are actually there,
Impossibly strong and delicate at the same time,
Loud as heaven's trumpets and yet the softest whisper of time,
Before my very eyes...
It all makes sense.

That the sweetest things in life,
The strange little flowers
The wafting scent on the breeze
Were sent from the short girl
With easy brown eyes
And long, bushy brown hair
To tell me she loves me
And wants to crawl up into my bed beside me
And fall asleep in my arms.

This is the way it's happening,
There is no doubt about that

I have gathered aspects in my mind,
And I have grown sure of something for which validation is no object

There is a pressure I exert on myself
It all comes back around

To my great displeasure I have found
That vitriol is really contrived
And admitting my gift is a contrivance, too
Will not stop your lofty derision

Yes, I am trying to tell you I'm perfect

No, I don't think it'll help

If you were perfect why would you be so stupid

Well you see, it really is stupid to be perfect

And actually,

It hurts a whole lot.

Don't get it twisted
I feel rush of giving

I gush for you
I want to give until I'm raw
Give until it doesn't even feel good anymore
Until I regret it and have to squash the regret because it's a false thing
And then feel good for giving a second time.

I don't even want things for myself
I want you to have enough.

I don't need greatness
I just want us all to have what we need.

And I'm sorry if my experience automatically means you don't always get what you need.

Or do I always get what I need and it's a test of faith?

It's all my fault
I shouldn't have come here
What if I am my own mother?
If choices don't exist
Maybe it's just another demon
Please just let me feel safe, and warm
Please just inspire me to move
And share something beautiful from way deep down inside
But no, never keep shining

I flew over myself today
Not under or next to
Well I guess it's all the same

A dewdrop and a spider's leg
A paramecium and a Michelin tire
A speck of patience on the dusty guitar

Some angels said I lost my way
Well, I'd see things the other way
But there is no other way

A caterpillar in the sassafras
A punk band you never listened to
A canal passing free radicals into the ocean
Free radicals are like shooting stars in your membrane

Me, I'm free
I am a free radical
I am a lawless creature
Trying to pass as a repository
For wayward conscious energy

Yeah! Ra ra ra!
Let the sun shine on!
Write melancholy poems
About how you feel
How you feel it all means nothing
Yes, live on!

Disjointed but go on:

And then you said there's not one way
Honey-- we were built the same
We're teaching ghosts arithmetic
It keeps us in good conversation
And you know I let you sink in
When I do
You can feel it
We're permissive.

My thoughts fall heavy into mud
Seen, heard but so inert
I puppet nods among the trees, encouraging conspiracy
Swallow me in your boughs and leaves

"What point were you trying to make, boy?"
They cajole, tickling me
And they're half a nightmare but for now I can love

Since all things hang from my singular head,
I do feel a little heavy
And it weighs me down.

But there's no one to catch my fall,
No one to listen but me.

I fall through lovers and family and therapists
I fall through coffee and paint and food stamps
I fall through probation and panic attacks and karaoke
I fall through these refractions of infinity

Why are you always so pathetic?
What makes you feel like there's some purpose?
Where do you get your motion?
And why do you think they blame you?

Wrench your dream from my future heart
It doesn't want to let go
Though the weight will crush him surely
We will have this forever, foolish

Pieces of you
Floating on by the window
Carried off by a stranger
Alien thanks and abuse
Pieces of you

Pieces of you
Casting leaves to the sunlight
Making love by the moon
Steeping blood in your tissues
Pieces of you

And stripped away you are nothing
Cause everything was a stranger
What's the use of a science
What's the point of a person

Pieces of you
Broken off, they were scattered
Someone said it was clean
But clean
Is just an organism in your mind.

Pieces of you
They're refined by miracles
Those golden notes of perfect melody
Somewhere inside

And at its center was nothing
Maybe God is a stranger
Where's the love of the artist?
O, the point of a person!

I imagined guitars,
But couldn't play them.

I was the king of stars,
But they don't care.

I fought distribution curves and lost.

The creatures on the outside of my body
Don't always like to admit they're me.

I ***** my future self
For a candy bar.

They'll always say you could have done something different.

You shouldn't be forced to be born someone like Dahmer or ******.

If you ever were and I knew it ahead of time I guess things could get complicated, right?

Because, am I trying to do everything I can to be a good person
Or am I trying to provide a disclaimer?

Am I surrendering to God
Or am I a trickster trying to rally up support for Satan?

Do you feel bad for your enemy?
And if you do, where exactly does that get you?

(You can trust me as far as God can throw me, you know it's just the distance I flew)

What,
Did you think that you could give a valid gift?
Use your stamps to buy us food
That we really do taste?

What,
Did you think that you were feeding hungry mouths?
And I can show you that you did,
But you know why it never saves you?

What,
Does it seem to you the angels give each other
What you could never give them
And the looks they throw disturb you?

Well I'm sorry,
That's a pill
That you'll just have to swallow.

Another record turns--
The clay reunited with the riverbank.
She folds back into herself--
He puts a cigarette out on his shoe and walks back into warm dive bar *****.
A leaf shivers for fear of autumn's blade,
Its impending doom.

These things don't just happen,
They consume you.
They swirl into your dying-hungry pupils and make you as vividly insane as the world that pulled you out of it.

They cause your spine to sway like the heavy bird that has landed upon it.

I say hello to my warrior
She's only fighting hard to keep the peace
She is the space that reverberates
Between adventure and a family

Nobody's ever sure just how to live
Nobody knows just what a god can give
Nobody wants to die
But I would die for you
Though I can't consecrate my body now

And what I wanna know is
How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

Am I fool to think you saturate
My senses with a fine and fleeting love?
What am I chasing here beyond these gates
That are so cut off with a flaming sword?

And are we fighting now?
Or are we deep in love?
Am I a shallow man,
Beneath the depths above?

And as we wrestle this
Who are we fighting for?
Now it's just you and me
We're fused to every broken door

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

I will be the
Next space
That you walk into

I can be the
Next space
That you will walk into

And I will love you truly
This is forever on high

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

And how are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex

Sometimes your eye rips open
To another more maddening place
Then, there is no going back
You have progressed and must work with what you have.

Sometimes it hurts because what you had was so good
Have you ever felt an emotion like that?
Yes, that is a hard thing to let go of.

But those are the types of things that make for good stories and interesting outcomes.

So I wonder what happens when I break this shell.

What strange tangent are you on?
Snap out of it--
You know you're symptomatic, right?
I've heard your thoughts on emergence
Validation and quantum consciousness
And I think you're just a whiny self-entitled *****!
You belong in a mental hospital!

I've heard your ponderings about work

Well I learned 26 languages in the last ten years,
Raised five children,
Worked four jobs,
Fought for my country,
And balanced an egg on my head!

And I didn't get there by not working.
And the ability to work for something is not a charity!

No, i know what you think.
You want to live off the welfare state.

And what are you going on about this time?

I bet you think this is all just a picture show
That you have no involvement
You're the blameless observer, right?
You didn't ask for any of this.

Well, I think you don't want to take responsibility for your life
And I think you know where that gets you.

What do you think it means to be homeless?
Most of these people chose it for themselves
They don't want to work

There is no such thing as Matt Shaw

You found
A way into my heart
Stole a beat or two or maybe more
I've kinda lost track

Sent me reeling
I got lost inside my feelings
I'm not sure if they all made sense
But God, I can't stop looking back,

I guess, because I can't make ends of this
Fumbling my sentences
Professing things I might regret
But knowing the whole time

That ****, I gave you everything
But all you did was sentence me
And loving such a selfish person
Surely was my crime.

I hope you stay away forever,
Please consider our love severed
When the way you get your kicks
Is sick, I think I'd rather run

To the darkness of the valley
Don't you ever try to stop me
Cause I think that it's just better
If you stay away forever, empty

You said
We'd do it for all time
Well if all of time is watching us
I'd hate to be you

I had a feeling
But I never would suspect that you
Would throw it all away like this
I will shut you out forever

And yeah, you can pretend it's fine
But your crooked head is built on lies
And I hope you do regret sometimes
The life that you have led

'Cause I regret the time I waste
Just processing the awful taste
You left as you were leaving
I was hoping! I was breath(ing.)

(I) hope you stay away forever,
Please consider our love severed
When the way you get your kicks
Is sick, I think I'd rather run

To the darkness of the valley
Don't you ever try and stop me
Cause I think that it's just better
If you stay away forever, empty

Don't come looking
I have shifted
You won't find this burden lifted
You have done yourself in
Darling, you have done yourself in

Don't come looking
I feel different
All you do is take, I'm giving
All my love to someone else
All my love, all my love

(no inst, soft vox)

I hope you stay away forever,
Please consider our love severed
When the way you get your kicks
Is sick, I think I'd rather run

To the darkness of the valley
Don't you ever try and stop me
Cause I think that it's just better
If you stay away forever, (empty)

(I) hope you stay away forever,
So now, consider this love severed
When the way you live your life
Is sick, I think I'd rather run

To the darkness of the valley
Don't you ever try and find me
Cause I think that it's just better
If you just stay away forever, empty

Baby, empty, baby.... empty
Baby, empty, baby... empty

I am dreaming of
Collapse
The aimlessness
Of poetry

The hopeless reach
Of poems that
I'll never read.

What a ****** poem

You can blame me.
I know where that started,
I can tell you the story.

I'd stand trial and tell you.
You'd call me sick.
You'd pray for my suffering.

I didn't want these distortions to exist.
But I really understand where each illness comes from.
I could tell you.

I could explain it to you.

I have intuitive understanding
Even medical information that comes newly
Even learning of catastrophes in history
It comes with epistemological little tags
I see the angels in each instance
An over-arching structure

To a certain extent these things contradict themselves, but ultimately
We do have a certain shape and definition
By the time this is over, yes
We have a very specific shape
The only shape
No it does not go on forever
But technically yes it does

But no... there are no Star Wars happening here.

Whether it is perfect or the most horrible thing
That depends on the moment
I can tell you where each of these sufferings come from
But my answers might be strange