Host a party for my words
As they gain age they never change
They grow old with grace
No matter my mental state
I'll give you some words that matter
That don't shatter
when they leave my tongue
I hope they hurt as they stick into your feet
Like a stake through the seems
So I can rebuild you from the ashes and start a new
Let you see you
Through my eyes like I do
Least you'll understand my  master plan
To make people believe and perceive
They can relieve there demons

I express my moods with weather types
And my growth through nature
Because I guess we're all clinging onto the sun's
Warmth and better days
Spent finding ourselves
Filled with good health
Long socks and shorts
Pop punk anthems and talks
About how we'll be better off next year
It comes around so quickly
And I'm still mocked by my evergreen for being under the weather

I'm finding hope
In the weirdest of places
Check the cracks in the foundation's
Before you cover them up
Because I'm sure there's something you can take away from every storm
Every fall gives you the chance to stand up tall
Regroup your thoughts
And keep a positive mind set in that head of yours
I've had the strive to survive
In a toxic environment for far too long
Now the saplings have grown
Mighty and strong
Cleansing the air inherited by my lungs

I've met the demon that's lurking behind your smile
With his mighty straw as long as the length of time
Ready to **** your emotions right back from the corner of your eyes
He'll Keep it bottled up so he can drink til he's drunk
And fill that hole that's been so long vacant of love
I always got told two negatives don't make a right
But If a positive collides
Is it possible to negotiate with both sides
And shine some light
On the darkness the negative feels inside
I've had practice controlling mine
Now the angel on my shoulder is the keeper of peace of mind
Maybe our horns and wings can make a right

It's hard to sell myself
When I can't even sell myself to me
Made in god's image
Bet he didn't get very far in art
I'm a mirror but frankly I can't stand the sight
Not broken by bad luck
Just bent by knuckles coated in glass
Guess I need to practice what I preach
I'll wait at the steeple
Till I find a justifiable reason for this internal beating
I can't smell the roses anymore
My thorns are deep under my skin
And the tainted glassers only focus on negatives
Can I ever win?
Imagine a movie where the good  and bad guy are one and the same
Going round and round forever in vain
Self harm doesn't always reach the surface
I wish hope was as easy as some songs make out
Stop wishing, waiting
On a shooting star
Stop wishing, waiting
On a man in the stars
Did those birthday candles get you far?

I've spent a year trying to find myself
And I still haven't checked behind the couch
They say the hardest parts reversing
But I find ease in loosing ground
Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough
But my mind's filled with the same amount of optimism as doubt
I'm just a sum you'll never properly work out
The irony
In you'll find it in the last place you'll look
So I checked my old CDs because they always gave a ****
Follow a track list to a simplified time
Where my only crime
Was listening to songs about the devil and a realist life

Making Smiley faces with tattoo ink and safety pins
Putting childhood fridge drawn art on wasted skin
Finger paints and pasta shells were not artists but I'm sure we can't mess this one up, lines and dots wonky smiles and tired eyes
The face your parents make don't look so bad compared to there youthful mistakes
Sentenced to hard time
Full sleeves before nap time
Tattooed tears down your face cursing the ones who left you in this place