I’m not made of stardust, but the misery of those who came before
I’m the last little shards of their broken dreams and nothing more

I’m the human manifestation of the disappointments of our kind
I’m a creation made of all the faulty building blocks left behind

My body is stitched together with floss made of my insecurities
My skin is the mismatched patchwork of my soul's impurities

My mouth is the instrument made to spread the gospel of hate
My hands pollute everything I touch, which is the great irony of fate

It’s a truth that everyone around us can see
That we are not what we used to be
Is it too late to start changing?
So, we don’t have to face the problems of our making

You don’t have to speak, I already know
The look in your eyes changed a long time ago
Is the look in my eyes still the same?
Or do they reflect the bad choices we’ve made

We have become distant, detached, and cold
And your hand is becoming increasingly difficult to hold
Can we just continue to pretend that we are alright?
Maybe that way we can buy us some more time

So let’s just stand still and wait
Because we both know it’s already too late.

I should sleep
But it seems like I'm obsessed
Chasing away my own sanity

I have this strange feeling. My heart longs for a place.
It’s a strange ache, I’ve never been able to name.

Sometimes I wonder, maybe that’s where you are.
And all these oceans between are what keep us apart.

They say you find your home when you follow your heart.
And maybe mine is already there, waiting in your arms.

I have always had this irrational fear
I would look at water and think I’m drowning
It’s not that I’m scared of the vastness of the sea
But I’m rendered weak under its calling

Every lap of the waves echoes my name
Like a treasure, luring me closer with its shining
Maybe there is no such thing as irrational fear
Perhaps I have just been waiting for the right timing

With shaking fingers, I pull myself above the fence
Time blurs, the seconds stretch right before I dive in
I think I always knew it would come to this
So, I’m no longer afraid as I breathe the water in

There are so many things I’m yet to learn
Ignorance I can blame on my youth
But often I realize how badly I’m lacking
The basics everyone else seems to know

What is the source of their information?
How can we go and call it common sense
Is there a manual I have somehow missed
A guidebook for a good way to live

Once did I find it and opened its cover
And I don’t dare to look it up anymore
But still in my dreams, I see the title
“In case your mother didn’t teach you”

I know your smile is a lie, but I can't help but fall in.
Create dreams of the feelings you might hold within.
Your name is the secret I whisper alone in the dark.
And when you say mine, it's feeding drugs to a narc.
Maybe the stories in your eyes are once I've made up.
Knowing it makes me a fool, because I don't want to stop.


I know loving you is stupid, and what a fool I must be.
I spend my days listening as my heart and mind disagree.
Sometimes I wonder if you're worth losing myself for.
But I can't stop myself from only needing you more.
You always come too close, and I forget how to be.
Because near you, there is no oxygen left to breathe.


I offer myself to you, heart out and completely bare.
But you walk by it all like I'm nothing more than air.
I'll let you hold me in your palm, just treat me like you care.
I'm hopelessly yours, even if you are not aware.

I can't sleep at night because I only dream of you.
All the things I see haunt me, never becoming true.