Puppeteers all vying for
Their own attention
Felt and buttons
Wearing all their threads apart

Giapetto made himself a pretty, wooden shelf
Can you imagine being forced to be yourself?

Perambulation's a grotesque crack on gravity--
Bending knees sending us sideways into turns and eddies..

Aloof, you say it's comical
With your gilded expression and clever slights of motion.

But here, I see you narrowing
Stuck in my awkward corner of Society
Pinned between dimensions in the grand scheme of things
I am the backside of the deal
The marriage of bone marrow
And death's razor
Bubbling around you,
All the lysing parasites and wasting nutrients
All the questioned purpose and reeling emotion
I will serve you greatly
Or else, slough the rind of flesh

There, I see you walking
Hooked on destination
Pretty Christmas bauble, seething
Jewel of my surprise.

I want to gather up
My tangled ****** nerves,
Scoop them to their bony box
And wander somewhere far and wait

Wait for it to be over
Wait for my good looks to fade
I want to carry this monster away from you,
And seal away this pain.

I want to find a cave.

Where sputtering lips can sing a broken song, that maybe once could be. (You)
Where the idea is the thing that matters, and art need not be polished. (All)
Where paranoia and jealousy thud softly on rock and shadow (you)
Where the memory of your betrayal cannot find ears, and so I don't seek them
Like a bee seeks out nectar (all)

Abandoned by himself
He sits disheveled
But not as far as he can go
No street corner waits for him
Just walls that don't listen to troubled banter
Raw meat
Walking slumber
A pity cradler,
Self-identified and oft morose--

Crumpled papers.

Is he hiding large and cartoonish pair of scissors
Waiting for the right moment
Waiting for some grand debut?

It was a simple transaction
Bleed to get back in
Love when we have a love interaction

First it's the feeling
Then comes the color
Driven by math
And seen by no other

I am twisting through myself

You need to stop and look
At the way things have been
You need to take some time
To let it all in
Now you're a dumbf--k
Wicked and washed up
Take your spaghettified brains and
Blow them out of your skull!

It was a love interaction
Got to let me believe
I am the smartest thing
Since Adam and Eve

We're tripping bigtime
This ain't the good life
And when I'm looking at you
I'm green, and out of my mind

I am twisting through myself

You need to stop and look
At the way things have been
You need to take some time
To let it all in
Now you're a dumbf--k
Wicked and washed up
Take your spaghettified brains and
Blow them out of your skull!

Just patch me in
Just patch me in
Just patch me in
Just patch me

Just patch me in
It's your big win
Just patch me in
Just patch me

You need to stop and look
At the way things have been
You need to take some time
To let it all in
Now you're a dumbf--k
Wicked and washed up
Take your spaghettified brains and
Blow them out of your skull!

Hollowed eyes look disdainfully on curdled blood
On crooked veins and twisted nerves

The clasp of hands might be enough,

But my skin feels fit to burst
Like a monster is knocking on my ribcage.

And what if I told you I had to keep away?

Locked lips sear doubts from my mind
But some vestige of yesterday is left behind
When they pull away
I've got such vivid scenes
Running through my mind
But why

These colors are not supposed to be
With gnarled nerves all spinning free
There is a monster inside of me
And I want to CUT
It out.

That's a
Good Deal
That's a
Steal
Don't mind these false connections
Contriving what is real

You're a
Sweetheart
You are more
So much more
Than I bargained for

So i got stupid
Dull and lame
That's just part
Of this game we play

But that was wise
And smart to do
And I got food
And I got you

Don't look to a numb man for answers
I don't tell stories well anyway
And poetry is a petty comfort.

Everything tastes bitter until lazy sweetness floats along,
I am selfish
I am ******* by waxy ineptitude
I am stale in this artificial haze.

tend to your rots
and tend to your buzzes
take care of your gnarls and seething hot curses
only a child can make such excuses
and even at that, children are not excused.

even the innocent burn in the fire.
take yourself further, take yourself higher
you may as well, man. see what you can do
before all the darkness swallows you, too.

darling
you know
i don't care about these little things
i just couldn't see our love was so big
taking over the world
radiating over the crown of your heart
and into mine
your blood is pushing love
through the twisting sublime
and your medicine wafts over my skin
it flows straight into my ears with your voice
and finds each little nerve in my skin
and strums a single note of love
the car is getting hotter
there's fog on the window
we're drawing little hearts
and making out again
in the dark

Plod on, brave traveler
Beer down the hatch
9 to 5's not easy, don't complain--
She's a catch
22 is long gone...
But brace your mind from such thoughts
Can you feel the insanity
Boring a hole?

Let it out when you're alone,
Oh you freak,
Oh you motionless stone.

Feel the peaks start to flatten
Feel your colors start to fade
I'm just writing this because I'm angry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I can't get the sun to rise,
I know, but it doesn't.
Because the same man sits in the same chair
And surmises that he's wise.

We are all enveloped by ignorance
Gilded with everlasting omniscience
So you know I'm the eternal poet-softie
Whom the reader knows is stronger and smarter than he seems, the defendant Valjean if you please

Police officers stand with their hands at their belts,
Proud and wrong.

Lawyers bob and weave through crowds,
Like sketchy guys at parties,
Making chemical connections.

Vendettas are had and crime is clad
In the full disguise of law

And the arrogant judge holds his holy opinion
high as hell

So my head hangs low and alone
It makes my blueish mind wander
Into fantasy worlds of others shouldering the weight
And our backs are at right angles to each other
In the fourth dimension, let it be.

And yet it seems we're one being suffering together for no reason at all,
(And I can hardly say I'm suffering,
But it is a kind of suffering)
And in me the sun does not rise
It flounders about in neuropathy
Even ordered motion is flailing about
All is skewed and null is king,
My Mother even said so.

let positive feedback loops be locks of blonde hair.

let angels be the rivers that come together, making us real

let this embrace
by the fireplace
be the whole universe,
now or never

lost forever--
we've a lot to sever.

and sever it well with words like perfect
which are not only words, but ringing verses
of an infinite thing that can't be contained
like clouds that were building, and so it rained.

before i left town, you cut your hair
and where it is now, does anyone care?
they severed it well, my infinite love
i bid you fare well, where ever I go.

A message i had to send to the blood in my veins,
Connected by music and metaphor to a special girl
Who showed me a song
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

oh coroner, coroner
a note from the boy in the corner
once someone looked down at these feet
and they belonged
now you can only see them from the outside
they are pale and empty descendants
from what was once in ways a thriving wonder

posthumously i work wonders
but they are mixed with dark poison
a poison for some, an elixir for others
and i have a deepset urge
to find it in her lips once more

a phantom that couldn't escape corrosive love
an eternal struggle i wish death--
or your hips--
could dash.

Death calls me like a hound baying
In my twenty-seventh year something fell off inside me and hit the floor

I lurched.
I saw the Dog.

Like a fat pitbull with huge shoulders and a big meaty head, drooling slobber onto hot concrete
From that mess of a maw--
It matches the wound it wants
In appearance

And nothing about It
Draws me near It

So I threw my lunch his way and I ran! As fast as I could
In the other direction.

I hope we can be friends!

I see the myriads rise and meet destruction,
With two glass ***** I watch them glow and burst.

Like veins that grew and struck at nothing,
They choke and seize the tenuous sky.

My eyes do sip the harrowed splendor,
Which meets its end in total blindness--
The certainty of self.

They contain a substitution
Hooked up to their backwards cousin--
Across their surface
Swims admission.

Selfish, selfish.
Coming, coming.

Angels howling through the cosmos
Tore my flesh to shreds,
In time

I could never be this person.

That is why I have to die.

Selfish, selfish.
Coming, coming.

Thank you for that pretty warning--
Even that, a purchase for me
I will have to answer for it
Cancer, this equivocation.

///

I am like a cat, or virus
Curl up, cringe into a gyrus
One day I'll have nothing left
But I
Am many
Other things.

a flower can't be black
but a prophet can be concrete
its disciple might be your back

or your ***

death is coming for all of us
but life is not
so touch all the right woman
in all the right places

for me,
that is how it seems

deeper draughts,
deeper goes some dream

reeling, spinning out from my hands and eyes
farther than i can throw some rock i picked up
and yet watching me from the bushes
in between the leaves

and under my fingernails

breathe into the open womb
really feel that breath leaving you
and glow, bead, along that musical string
concentrate. style yourself well

or let style leave you wild

i am not inside with you
i am apart, another thing
you are your only friend
with fingers inside other lives

that is like death, isn't it? forever,
being apart...

I am dreaming of
Collapse
The aimlessness
Of poetry

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

What a ****** poem

sweetie pie,
it is time to go to bed.

daddy is not telling you
a bedtime story tonight.

we are all out
of Love!

you see, the sadness you feel in your heart
is just like the deep empty blackness in the sky
in between the stars

right now

there is no point in bedtime stories,
honey.

you can cry until you tell me
daddy is right.

the blackness goes on forever
and all the bedtime stories have been told,
if i told you one you would just grow old,
and die

We

Have changed.

I'm reeling with discomfort
The nauseous passenger of an insane God
But I should thank discomfort
Because I knew he'd turn into sheer pain
Those sensations of dying,
The soul rot.

I am holding my brains in with one hand everywhere I go,
But it gets worse than this and everybody knows.
As I precariously shop for my destiny,
I know I precipitated sacred texts
I crystallized demons
When I formed a self
And they will not go away.

But you will not acknowledge these things
You'd hospitalized me
You'd stigmatize me
Your Haj of death
Your happy pain
Your cult of hell

You've penetrated me before
You'll do it again
It is sick, the way we have to operate

The girl with the white lies
Is the girl with the black silhouette

Our love was a distortion of the human heart
It was a ****** up romance, an American delicacy
it was the black & red thigh highs

We tied a knot of lust, made each other's beds and business
I'm sure you won't mind me taking this piece of you
Picking each other apart like ravens
To themed music, you sweetly provide

In your arms I found the saddest minor harmony
With my self-harm. If I didn't explode
You would have found my sacrifice unworthy,
Swept me off the altar and disappeared

You were delighted at my promise of simple dissolution,
But time has decided that was a lie
Because I'll have a hard time seeing life any other way
You made my nights, you made my nights

What those jampacked detonators could've meant...
But time skipped ahead
They are partial duds,
My brain's anticlimax

I employ a jolt of levity,
In Zeusian style
And calamity meets calamity

Life is good again
And sweet Clarity is here
I am the little spoon,
She is holding me gingerly

I wish that
You would die
So i
Can go on living
Happy,
Fed.

Becoming her was strange
I knew what i had done
I'll never fix your brain
I'll never be the one

So please, stop writing poetry
I know that you're in pain

If i could...
I'd take it all away.

We'll never fix your brain

Liquid sunshine, I like that
Keep it moving just like that
Take the rain and give it breath
Take that pain and give it death

When you wash over my head,
I feel the warmth of feeling cold.
When you pull me through the world,
I feel the youth in getting old.

And I'm tired, tossed and told.

But at every turn my life was bold
At every insult I was sold
I rang,
"It's priceless,
More than gold."

See I forgot my Midas touch
And money never mattered much
It's like the feeling of the rain
Yes, just to feel
Is something gained.

My brain
Seized up
And pieces
Broke off
I miss telling you I love you

And feeling wholesome

Watching pieces fall into the pit below
And making echoes
I'll keep climbing

I'm a demon

I am a demon

Sometimes I wonder why i
hold on
So tight
To the thing that
Killed me
When it lets me down so often
Makes me feel
So awkward
Sends a buzzing message
That I guess I don't belong

You might think I'm crazy
For saying that at this point
Babe, I love you dearly
Don't mistake the message

It's just that there's this problem
We're never seen here solving
Don't blame you for a second
Baby, blame me.

I know where we're going

Across the valley
Sitting in the cafe
Listening to you speak
I felt a loose piece of flesh,
Forming a hole in my definition

I'm hearing the howl of broken airlock,
Or entropy's grating nails on my skeleton,
As the lions of your life
Crash into my eye
They come out with your words

You are not a proud person,
But the universe is proud for you
Naturally, when you get up to take the day.

You can stay on that track
If you take this step by step,
If you're very careful with yourself.

(Down to the river to pray)

Strike a clear chord in my ear,
My theory's been pulverized.
Not by any blunt force but it twists and ignites and is generally unreliable
So take my twisting fingers in the palm of your voice
When I know what you are is good
Without a single doubt.

These colliding elements
Their definition escapes me
There is no way to hold it down long enough
To really talk about it
Without missing so much

But you're getting it with every swing
Fully in and fully out
But you don't feel like you are
Until you do

This is a strange process
I have heard people describe it keenly
But I see So many recursive elements

Aren't there parts you can talk about exactly,
Undeniable truths?

And I'm the only one
I'm not special

And this is too much

Don't you like me?

Can't i be great like them?

I feel isolated and compromised
I don't see life the way you seem to
I just want to leave myself behind
I don't have any friends, I'm in disguise

You've been things that I'll never be
And I've been turned green, I'm a trampoline
So just go ahead and smother me
In awareness of all the in-betweens

No you

Will get here too late

Don't even come

This is my fate

No you

Are gonna make me feel

A morphine drip

At the pearly gates.

"Don't you dare disrespect me"
He said.

We are trying to stretch it out
It is not disrespectful
It is fine
It is enough
It is even pleasurable

No it is not,
Stop lying,
You don't enjoy that

You are DEFINITELY ALLOWED
To express that you don't
Yes I know you see the privileged ones doing it
Yes I know that is such a shameful thing

But complain

Want more

Because I know you don't enjoy that.

I know you have fought so hard to say you do,
But swallow your pride
You don't
You don't enjoy it.

You want more
And yes you will regret it but go on
Take more
Adventure on

Nothing will stop your future regret
But I want you to have this

They are the things we call great from certain angles
They are the things we will die for

Yes yes yes they will call us evil
It is beyond certain
Yes yes yes this poem could even be used against you
You believe yourself exonerated
But go a level deeper
What's the worst thing you would do, huh?

Just take your slice and die,
It will always disappoint in the end
You can't hide your shame
But take your slice, take it
And yes, for the love of God
Complain.

If you must.

The whole world is a muttered apology,
Holding its brilliance over my head like a playground bully
Only on his face I see the furrowed brow of confusion,
Like he doesn't know why he's doing this to me

And yet with sudden jerks of motion he carries out his worldly duty
And when I jump or whine he is hastened in it
Like a corrections officer at the county jail.

You can't purchase dreams with innocence
You can't trade patience for greatness.

Only across the seas of death do I see retribution for so many lost souls,
Who suffered badly or worse than Jesus Christ,
But none of these could turn water into wine,
No homeless man can heal a passerby.

I suppose that makes him a cell of the body made only destined for flogging,
Never meant to return sight to the blind.

And anyway, they've all long since died.

Well I know I'm wrong but my dreams aren't coming true
And that makes me feel sad and dark
I'm being chained up in the dark
And it's being written down as an act of justice.

Won't you love me, and set my gifts aflight?

Despondent
Whirring environment
Crestfallen eyes
Second layer,
Eyes of fire
But beneath
I don't know what I'm doing here

The touch is nice
But the feel won't stay
I'm just gonna
Float today, don't wanna
Dig too deep
Where the problems lie
Hide and let it
Pass me by

*******.

I know what I'm up against
I'll build this pillar here
And pull up that one there
And I'll put that dome on top

We are the versions of the self.

We describe it as trying to be
Or say we simply are

We pass one another on trains
Breathe in the other's skin cells

We know the condition of brotherhood
And that of a stranger

We are ignorant of motherhood--
What man is a mother?

We still go to war, with our history recorded
We know the unintelligent condition
We know the intelligent condition

We trash solipsism
Tell me any other story

So she read her book, the living page
She knows what's a gift,
Senseless rage

Dancing in theatres
That certain way

We borrow from stars in the furthest reaches,
It will never matter

Fluff up the product.

I plucked a book from my closet
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
I open to a random
573
The Test of Love -- is Death

It hurts
to hold this book
to hold this poem
in my hands

because you got me this book

you showed me all the most painful things
brand new, this book, ******* you with wine in my veins
and played me out, and I was young and dumb
I should have played the game, but I flipped out
you were terribly cute, threateningly Norwegian
I HATE to admit this, but I STILL love you like
the deepest laceration, the sorest wound of this animal
though I know it to be only longing
for the semblance of a truly wild life.

It hurts so bad because I'll die and never talk to you again
I always purposefully acted crazy and burned bridges with every ex-lover
Here's what I held from myself:

I know that I am good enough
That I don't have to worry
That I will overwrite your memory
With new love, true and blazing bright
And it will all be okay. More than that,
It will mean more than you could ever mean to me.

I don't know what to do with my body.
Clumsy along, I battle when it's time to battle and drink when it's time to drink
No sure future ahead, I sing a song.

My brain is being quartered by four horses
I'm trying to bring the kingdom come but it won't fit
It's time for action, I muster it down
And to some thing commit

If I really meant it, I'd sit and plan
And cut down weeks precisely
And I think I will,
I'll sharpen my sword.
I think it'll turn out nicely.

May I ask why,
though I have worked all my life and times on a singular subject,
toiled day in and day out,
never missed a day of class,
studied hard and made novel discoveries in my field,

...

why you have given your student such a beautiful world to live in,
and privately consider me an expert of unrivaled caliber?

Why, oh why do you give me such a line of credit?

And why do you love me?

I guess some dedicate their lives to math,
Others take naked pictures with makeup and sleep just fine

I guess some people engineer rockets,
Others quit guitar and ******* with self pity

I suppose some people grow up in abject poverty
Others are complaining they weren't "handed the sort of character to serve in the military."

I guess consciousness is an odd sort of science,
And I guess there's a lot you could say about us.

I stand before God,
A brazen thing
A human alleging to understand exactly what it is
Aware of the element of idiocy
Aware, aware, aware
Of the spectrum enacting itself

Of the weirdness of history

The experience wants and betrays itself
The experience hides
The experience watches itself warily

No demiurge to speak of
There is not one way
Singularity is a lie
I see you

"I see your crooked path"
Well you made it be crooked
It is not my fault
And I truly did not have a choice

Yes you did,
It makes me so mad when you say that
Oh, you will understand

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
Except the devil himself.

Looking at the event horizon,
I see derivatives.

Aspects i could only uphold for a brief section
To you, that was the whole time.

People who were physically beautiful their entire life,
Well how could they be and not me?
Because they are derivative,
And though I could always be invalidated on this point and called insane,
I believe I'm looking out
And seeing all reflections of myself,
Everything derivative.

People who could always sing,
People who were always sad,
I was always a baby, i always had to die.

All mixed aspects
Infinity lensed through infinity
You end up with products utterly dissimilar.

But they all have veins tied in to me
I am the heart of this entangled matter
But I always existed and I'm just a moment along that recurring timeline
Each moment fighting to be important
Or maybe some taking a submissive role
Or maybe some fighting and losing
Or maybe some are both
Or maybe some winning
Or maybe winning is losing
Or maybe there are always so many ways to look at a moment
Or maybe there is only one and that's this right now
But I see derivatives
These characters are all derivatives
All necessitated by my existence

But am I special
Or am I inert?

I need you
To dissect me
A little animal
With my skin so free

I didn't wanna fight
With my sustenance
You make me wanna cry
You're injustice

And I need you
To dissect me
Figure out my brain
When I try to sleep

And I need you
To direct me
Shepherd of the sun
Need some guidance please

The whole world wakes up...

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE.
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
AND I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

I need you
To eject me
A bitter little pill
Called empathy

Make it count
A 123
Take me out
When it's hard to breathe

And I need you
Like you need me
A little old friend
Called Necessity

And I want you
To undo me
You're driving me insane,
What's my forking name?

And Wake Up!

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, YAY
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

We can make a sacrifice
On and on to darker times
Living in a memory
Anything and everything

We came here to analyze
Our relations through dead eyes
We are mutants in the sun
Look at what the world's become
....
SO WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

HYPERREAW,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WATER GETS DEEPER

I watched the wind pull gossamer threads apart.
Something deep inside me shifted uncomfortably,
But for the most part I just stood and stared.

I don't want her hair ******* up my mornings
I don't want her kindness to make me sweat anymore
I wish I could pull all your memories of me
From your mind
On a string

The wind blows seeds and leaves
And yeasts and plastic shopping bags...
What winds will I dance with before it's all over?
A different wind from lovers lost--
But for the most part I just stood and stared.

What was once green skin
Gripping the fruit
Is now a browning husk
Coming loose

Age stirs in the dissolution of the ego
And as time passes by
We learn not to whine
Nor ask why
But we fight by calling truce.

And how long will you dote to tell my story,
My love?
And how tight can you possibly hold me,
That my insides should crumble
And my hopes and dreams should fall?

This, no, this
Is our middle space
The place where we come together
And compromise it all.

The life doesn't belong to me
Or the tree
Or the forest,
That is the force which gently pries with time
This husk from my body
And it feels good
But it hurts,

I fall

The shattered moon
This wake of light
Has crashed upon the Earth's rough skin

The trial of the sun
It has no judge
No heavy eyes

The shattered moon
The broken arms
Of good intention, love and charm

As broken angels
With ingrown horns
Go back and forth in broken light

It isn't done,
But when it is
You will be the precipice
My precious light
Will you decide
To leave yourself and be a guide?

For all
The glory
I've known

And for all
The glory
I'll know?

For all that glory
I'll go
And I will die
I'll make it right
I'll be the moon
I'll be the moon

dizzy boy falls all over the place everywhere he goes
pretty faced dizzy boy bug eyed dreamer
knocked off a couple IQ points
you can lose your mind and get it back
you can have a little renaissance

scans items for customers and engages in conversation
feeling like he lost time and missed opportunities
trying to figure out how he fits with his girlfriend
trying to figure out love

tearing off chunks of flesh and cursing at his reflection
throwing those chunks at him
they slide down the mirror with blood
he's disgusting

suckling pleasure's golden ****,
is he playing with poison?
i don't really think it's that bad.

i guess we'll see
i guess we'll see what time holds for our insane friend
his fiddling hands spark magic
his mind has some smooth curves
i guess we'll see

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?