When the streets are made for nothing but thinking    
It's the weight of the water that's caused our sinking
It's a loss of feeling that's made me lighter
It's everything around                              
That makes me neutrally bound
          
The only writers block is the writer
It's the kind of thing that makes a man with a pencil and paper a fighter
Like the paper's jumping up at you like a, like a alligator
                                          
But it's hard to chalk down all the mistakes, cause when you're trying so hard you're just being fake

You just gotta learn to let it, let it all flow
Show your all and let em all know
Just how you're feeling that blow, even if it means one or two bad lines, that's how you feel though
Cause life ain't a poetry book
It's all the points in between the pages that we missed
It's all the things that make us factories of emotions,
A crook with feelings creeping through the motions
Turning pages, trying to **** it all up like the books eroding

Don't you talk to me about feeling
Naw you ain't know what you be dealing, everyone's got there own ****, you can't tell me mines to be concealing
See, I'm a material void of expressionism
Cause I told everyone what I feel, not for the sake of impressionism
They chose to see inside and learn a lesson without all the criticism

Everything I've learned is turning me into a crustaceans fossil
Hard to the shell but brittle to the touch, and I preach my **** like a ******* apostle
You make me feel from the inside and I'll be your crutch, but you're gonna need more than a ******* rock hammer to open me up

My words I mend to make up for what I conceal        
But as I sit here thinking about how I feel
It's gonna take more than this to make me heal
Now let me dilute as I talk to the god inside my head and make a deal, something to end the pain and suffering I have concealed at the expense of everything real

Caught in a scotch sunset with black chalk trees
Castle thoughts in a mind that scrapes the sea
They call me clouds, my face is blinded
My face is lies, but I hope to find it

It's all the time we've wasted now wasted
It's all the times we got wasted, we wouldn't remember anyways
It's all the areas of gray laced in the spaces inbetween
It's that night the thunderstorm became a breeding ground for our love
It's where you told me to leave, it's where push came to shove      
It's the bicycle I road into hell
It's your hair in the fire as we rode out of every argument we've ever had
It's all the meds you've swallowed from under your bed
It's everything you've locked up inside that shed
It's the ghosts and the ghouls and the heads
It's all of the mysteries you've left me inbetween
It's your aptitude to love and leave

You're a woman now
It's the tone of your voice
You don't need me now
It's no matter of choice
You know what's the best
And I do too

Your face is mared with the words you actually feel,
But your words reach just short of the faith inside your heels
You keep on reaching, keep on reaching, for the things you don't know how to feel
                    
You're a letter opener with a dull end
You're the face of stars hiding inside your head
You're everything you've hidden under your bed
You're  an oasis and you're running dry

Just stop trying,  be who you are, without a care, be the girl with the curly brown hair

Sitting solid on a thinking throne
Drinking bottles that sing melancholy tones
Singing lone, resonating to your bones
Your fragile little frame cannot save the show
Not when you're casting skys clouding with crows

Your mind is pale, sick to it's stomach
Everything up there can't reconcile, but luck
It's begun to resonate quietly like a comets tail
When your playing on mental jungle gyms of shale

I'm sure there's things that keep you up
Drugs, and alcohol, and fasting all day
A cyclical belt of asteroid tales
You think so much you've burnt an image
Of cotton dreams, so soft and harsh, but somehow sail
You may never grasp them, but you've reached so far you've become so frail

It's hard to try, it's even harder to pry
Open your heart, and let yourself cry
The castles you build are built of tears, and the cemetery near is calling your fears
The foundation is weak, and your pastor you seek, but everything you've found thus far, oblique
Cast your shadows as you will, but they're just funny puppets you've conjured in the night still

People people, get down on your knees
Come come, kiss the apostle's feet
We'll tell you of a man if you give us just a tad bit of time
Give us your life, and we'll tell you how to get to your ancestors time
We'll tell you of purpose, it's up there for sure
You just have to reach out and grasp it, but your soul is the fare
If you lest the firey brimstone of beneath your gods feet, his creation he shall not repeat.
Your contract is here, sign at the bottom and you will find purpose near
You will live after living, and find purpose there, you dumb humans, why are you looking everywhere but right here