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

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

Plead on naysayer
Like the pride of a mouth breather
Calloused like the fringe of a broken guard rail
You're sharp, and your halfwit isn't enough to keep a light lit
But you're clever and you're under my skin with your blood *****
Have you gotten close enough to check my pulse yet?
Tell me what it says, I'm sure it's morse code for something
Because It's been speaking to me in languages I've never heard of, but based on the hurt I've taken bets
Risky guesses better then what the wind lets
If I let go it'd take me back to limbo
Where the rats and the people scurry all the same, it'd take me somewhere, I don't know
I've let you pull me apart to climb inside to take a tour of my heart
To let you punch me so hard, something on the other side would come out as a show of art
Like a line of blow to the nose, the rows of the pews awe align
To make a sound so hurtful, not even your father would turn to give an eye
Embarrassed I let you tear me apart, just because I wanted to know what was inside
I can't say a word, but two, and all they are is good bye

Do you want to tell me that everything will be fine?
That my home away from home will always shine, and when I go home everything will be as simple as these ******* rhymes? (fine)
As optimistic as I'd like to be, the truth is that home isn't always full of laughs and good times
It's a feeling that I would imagine a sunset experiences when it bleeds through the lines
Like a waterboarded painting leaking over the sides
Because even a home is a home when a parrot in the corner of a crowded cage cries and confides
When the people inside it's broken record of a mind, are filled with resentment, angst, love, and lies

Because even a home is a home when I find myself arguing with a parrot all day,  you see,
Home feels like home because you cared to stay
Because you would sit there and listen to her tell you that she's scared all day

And you'd stay to wake up to a parrot singing gunshots
And it's arguments about the same 'ol lot
And you'd listen to it whine after its fought
With the invisible man that took his life because of the gang green rot

Some people think I make rash decisions
Like I'm not aware
They tell me I should be more careful
I shouldn't assume such positions
That I should use more precision

But am I the only one aware of the time we have here
And how important it is to live without limitations
I don't want to be old and look back in regret and fear
I don't know the repercussions of what I may do
And who I may hurt, may end up hating me too
But sometimes I'd rather have that than never knew

And it's sad, really sad to look back
And see all of your mistakes piling up in stack
And saying hey, things would be different if I hadn't have ****** up so bad
But sometimes funny things happen in life, and can lead you to the right people
And if that's the case than maybe the others were wrong

Maybe life is more than just a sad song
When everybody's all bent from the throng
The song can take a variety of pitches and tones
It's the sound of opportunity that I'm trying to hone

It's hard to keep a clean slate when you're all caught up brunettes and blondes
And alcohol in the name of the yesteryear
All caught up in love and song and you can't seem to grasp the time like it's sifting through an hourglass
Just trying to enjoy my time here, so please don't hold my decisions too seriously

You're so dangerous with your profane paraphernalia
Your pelvis postures pandering favor
The line of your stomach embossed by the fire is like a pasture for me
So paranoid with your pacifistic lust
As you proceed to please me with your posture so slightly
And I attempt to pursue oh so politely
You make me perk up like a peacock just with one peak
You're aware of every petty palpitation you can feel just under my sleeve
You play me like a piano, so plush with your lust politics
Pandering for a pardon of my ***** talk poignancy
I part you like Pluto from your orbits serene hum
I'll pleasure you, pleasure you until you're purple like a plum
A pastimes poetises to be written with pleasing lead
You plan every move like a predator in my bed
You're polarizing, plump, and pampered like a pageant doll
Pilfering every plausible pause with a pose of voice, your moan
Seizing the post with your post - modern pompous pouncing
Prompted like Pisces to postulate your prognosis
Lifting your posterior like the pun of a phaliccy
Pillaging me like a pandemic, a plague
Something to be paraded by paganistic plauds
Your pale skin is like playwear for sins
You're pinning me plastered with the play of your grin
Such a pretty motion picture to paint in the prison of your promise

Iron shackles never felt so good baby
Nothing ever felt sweeter than the fleet of your breeze
Chain me up, slash my knees
Come on baby, you be the bird ill be the bee      
You can hold my hand as we traverse the sea trying to escape this vanity
I've got the heart, you've got the key
Believe
  
And when my eyes become heavier than my heart
You can be the one to hang me up for heresy
You can keep me in the corner of your closeted heart
Your beak will run wild and mock me with parody
While I buzz through my life, with the weight of all my yesterday's
Maybe all the greed will open my eyes to see
Maybe this is the key, maybe I can finally be free

What do you feel when you jot down that stark syntax
Do you feel full in your stomach of pretentious factions
Building your philosophy with Lincoln logs and political tactics
What a young poet feels when he's unsure of what his feelings mean and what to write in between those brackets
Laying to rest past selves in a row of six feet deep holes lined with caskets

Sometimes the words we write have more meaning than we put to them
Funny how a letter or a word can make a difference in self
Life can be like reading a book and putting it back on the shelf
Or the shelf gnome right next to it that stares back but doesn't
You give false meaning when you don't know how to feel
That's why the best poems are rewritten and not written
That why I'm on top of this world,

and im flying, not sitting

Cancel Haloween, I'm not the monster here
Fall's my favorite season, but hell October's doggie days for me
Stagnant rivers, and pockets full of leaves
I try to run a little faster just to escape these things catching up to me
Big furrys and little monsters at my knees

Oh, geeze-la-weeze
I need to feed on something sweet
So give me your neck girl,
I need your flesh, give me your blood, your best
Give me your glitter, your neon *******
Oh, get me the hell out of this monsters nest

Adrenaline pumped into me, I feel every blood platelet intimately rushing through me.
Radioactively synthesized, authenticity arise
Don't wait on me babe, I'm just trying to synchronize

Worry about me, and I'll let the tension build
Till I get the attention fill I need, babe.
Raid my mind with all your battleships and heavy war machines
Break me down until you find something worth keeping

I've bartered the black market selling love for lust, and my dreams for less
I barter for pleasures, but I always want more
I've lived a shallow life, assured
I've become a monster, and a *****, all while trying something new
That I was told was a cure
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo

I remember feeling pain
When our hips were pressed together
Inseperable, like marriage vows
We moved together, like the words we spoke
With our bodies we were so much louder
And my head was crowded with the echoes
Your body was rippling in my memory
I felt you for centuries as we sat there barely moving
And I was looking into you, and you were looking into me
It was like when I looked at you I didn't need water or have the need to breath
We were so close in that moment that the next three days felt like I was wearing you as a sleeve
It was completely silent, not completely
I remember, I remember hearing your heart beat
I remember you were on top and I was underneath, and I remember you stopping and listening to everything I had to say, but you couldn't hear it over the sound of my heart beat
And your tan skin turned red
Your face did too, you looked into my eyes
And I turned blood red too
You grabbed my chest, I could feel your nails
A tear fleeted from the dark ring around your eye
and you breathed out, and I could hear the sighs from your body's cramped compassion and the feeling of your tightened thighs around mine
I could see your soul crumpled up into skin and bones that someone encapsulated you in to die
But you were alive, and everything you had felt that night, I was inside

Your smile crossed my desk and I felt some kind of affection
But baby I'm just your accountant, and I'm accounting for some counting of the stars, I slipped my number to you and we hit a couple bars
Had a few arguments, made a few scars
Made some babies and bought a car

Where are we going? Where are we now?
I'm just a character in your bed, and I'm a little voice in your head
And I'm a petty little man in a suit and tie
And you haven't left your head for days I can barely leave you alone
But don't you worry darling I'll be home after my nine to five
Just eight hours honey won't you turn on some turkey music and jive
Try and remember when we used to be alive, yeah?

Get out of my head, telephone ears
I'm not even trying to call you
But you're answering every line
Don't believe in god, but you're giving me signs

There's little cities in frames plastered throughout every hall
No corner of this house makes me feel alone, when I talk to myself the sounds just bounce of the walls
Little people in my head are grinding gears, making worlds in the back of my eyes
Everything on the other side slurs my words because I visit myself so often I'm going blind
It's the only place to hide here

Are you going to push me around when I'm king?
Feed me grapes as I roll around in my golden wheelchair?
Come to ease my every whim at the ring of a bell?
Are you going to ****** me with your perfume and let me run my fingers through your hair?

Will you pick me up and teach me how to dance?
Kick the wheelchair from underneath me and take me out to see the stars?
Pluck some funny shrooms from that log and open up my mind?

I know one day I will die
And every part of me will be pulled apart until I am rot and bones or a pile of ashes on top of a will the size of a tome
But I hope that it is in someone's home
And not just my own
But how can I ever trust that you'll never prefer to be alone?

So intriguing a woman behind a glass pane
My friends are falling one-by-one - gun fires twice -
My hopes are high, but I'm scared of the truth

My personality is much like the a-sea
Wake up to the sound of insecurity staring straight back at me
There's so much underneath, but people don't spend much time getting used to me

Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you

In a world full of angst and confusion working in circles to exclude you
Your high is mind, and everybody's a liar behind those glass panes
Your fist is punch, and everybody's got a hunch behind those glass panes, ha ha ha ha

Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you

We grow impatient waiting for others to make a move,
But.
Intoxication eliminates our impatience, when goddesses start to groove
Techno-saints dressed in neon paints, won't you groove with me now
Your glass panes, much like the Berlin wall, inebriate our minds, and separate our lives, oh no no no no

Sub-conscience deterioration, too self-aware, I'm blowing up
Arrogance, a cultural virtue now, let's breathe it in, and inject into our veins.
Take your substances - a liquid, or a crumb if that's the only way you know out.
Breath it in, and blow your vapors out, cocoon until you bleed out.

I can't dream if it's from this closet
Every thing I want to do just sounds so ******* pompous
I talk about what I want to do and everybody thinks I've lost it
I'm on the radar, but I'm the darkest blip
Walking the plank on purpose, S.S. *******, I'm off this ship

I feel like I've finally got it, and of course then I've lost it
I write a masterpiece, "hey where's the follow up?"
Like me and my girl jinxin the future with a prenup
'Oh you know we just trying to be safe,' right *****, let's marry up this **** then
You can take it all just split them assets
Get me bent with no price or rent

See I ain't tryna get around just tryna win this
Can't seem to get to the top when I'm the only one in the bracket
Try to be a team player, but my teams full of *******
I'm Harry Potter *****, imma smash that *** like quidditch
I gonna hit that pinata, till the cash flow get me riches

I talk ***** but I miss the way you talk
British, you a fit birdy, girl
I eat my grits, but I ain't really eating till after we're flirty, girl

Take you to the back room, pour some wine and then some feelings, watch some mad men and tell you bout my last girl
I said I like the way you talk to me but I think I just like how I can talk to you
You're an outlet, and I'm plugging, your sticking around, but you should know I'm just thuggin
And maybe I just say the ***** things I say to mask my potential under promiscuity cause I got a real problem promising myself I'll solve my problems too
(I'd never admit it though)

See that's just something me and my crew do
I guess it masks all the little ***** blues 'fake cries'
During this poem I think I grew three inches for you  
In my heart
See it's so easy to gravitate to you like your the sun and I'm Mercury, I'm too close and you're burning me alive, but I can't pull myself apart, girl it'll never work
We can't stop Miley, that's melancholy for sure (but keep the twerk)

You make me feel like Frank Sinatra, and I can't even sing
So **** confident, you let me discover myself, I'm deep, I can feel, I'm Mike Tyson, Kung Pao chicken, I bring it all to the ring
All these little kids on the streets learning how to *** from me 'like fricken'
The thought of you got me sick to the stomach, it's sticking
..
Too bad you're just a ******* fling

I'm guilty of admiring my works and not others, that's what's silly about my self compassion dance
When the only thing I've got left is the narcissistic klaxon that my self-righteous ambulance horn trances

If it's killing me, Bukowski would be proud, because he loved his liquor, but he loved killing himself more
He'd say, "**** your religion! Pour this! This will bring you closer to God!"
It's hard for an atheist to swallow, and to dabble in the tasting of sin,
But Jesus was famous for turning water into wine, with no grapes mashed or thinned

The shield of amaretto is strong and smooth
You can put your cruise control on if you feel amused and soothed
But in darker times it will make your feeling woozy and moved
But **** does it make you feel more like yourself
The you'est you can be, with impeccable speech craft and gentlemanly muse
Helps you pay the dues that you have abused in your passive seasonal attitudes

So what say ye Devine for thou'est darkest temptations, when you've created your own demons, hells, and abrasions
Seems like you're the one holding the power ***** of creation
Ye 'ol Devine *******

Naked day, masked face, no sunlight
Unresponsive love, where are your friends
Preaching vanity, the cancer of insanity
Let's stay, let's stay, let's stay in here forever

Celebrity apocalypse, rapture on, intoxicate
Apocryphal day, cloudy haze, immaculate hypnosis rings
Eyes soar from tiger days when our future was a blaze
Imminent to fade away

Cascade into a passive rage
Unresponsive love enter the page
My words are trailing off
You're turning into sage
Silver skin, bright blue eyes
When will your statue come alive

Tally days, quiet wind, stale stench
Apocryphal, talk to you, old confidant
Your secrets aren't the same
Recite the days inside of fate
What you think you know

Recycled feelings left you dead
Enticing readings kept you silently said
My unresponsive love, please, get out of bed

You're like algebra
Made up of x's and y's
I've always been bad at math
But even a mathematician couldn't define

Mixed signals is your zodiac sign
Every time I talk to you I get some laughs
But I also get an "I'm fine"
I never said you couldn't whine
That's why I'm here, I'm your religion, make me your shrine

I would cast a shadow if I weren't divine
But the bartenders have only got water tonight
And your bed sounds soft, but your heart sounds softer
And your heads a heavy burden to carry on a back full of knives
But I'm willing to do that for you
I will take you home tonight
But only with the hope of widening your sight

If X is Y then why should X and Pi be multiplied
Because if X is Y then maybe Pi would shy away and look for a different x that's worth the time to multiply
But Pi is complex and never knows what it wants
One second Pi's confident and loves to flaunt, but at other times it's insecure and its anxiety tends to wonder and haunt
Pi doesn't really know what it needs, and definitely doesn't know what it wants
It's hard to make commitments but in the late of night lonliness taunts

Pi is a complex character, a stand up guy
But the more he thinks the more his mind becomes like the roll of a die
But pi, pi is too caught up in X's and Y's
Independent or dependent, and full of lies
They're all the same or trying to be too different all of the time
If only Pi could see that it should be with someone more like Pi
Because multiplication could last forever, not just on the roll of a die

Jesus Christ, why don't I understand?
We're just atoms in the eve of another light
Balancing our chemistries on a million strands
Will it all happen again, or will it end with night

Darling, Eve,
Heaven seems so beautiful now, but when you're dead, what's a life to you then?
Living on the premises that you'll be living forever, with out pain.
Balancing your chemistries on a spectrum of gray

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

And when I try to reach for the sky,
My roots remind me,
That heaven's just too high
Your minds gotta be a concept of it's own
We're self-grown

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

So cloud your head in the sky,
But keep your ground
Cause in the end will the world finally bend
And what used to be round, just might suspend

Getting sick of my best friends
Just want to meet some people on the surface
Everyone's a little ugly on the inside
Or maybe I'm just blind, haven't been able to look past it, it just resides

But I don't need to be picked apart by you, and I don't want to pick you apart
Because maybe we're the problem
Maybe I should stop trying and study hard and go to work
Get caught up in this dishroom small talk
Talk to her till I don't have to think anymore and
Get caught up in what could have been

I remember when we were kids
We used to pretend we were astronauts
I remember when we were kids we used to pretend
Now we can barely fit inside the orbits in our heads

Am I your lover, or am I just your cargo ship?
Am I your lover or am I just full of ****?
Am I your lover or am I just your cargo ship?

I'm calling back to mission control
I'm lost inside all the signals in your head
I never meant to hurt you
But I swear I'll make it right in the end
I said I swear I'll make it right if you love me till the end

I remember when I was a kid
We'd always play hide and seek
But I only ever hid
I was blushing in the brush
I was missing out on what I could have caught
So tell me am I your cargo ship?
Or am I just some lonely stupid astronaut?
Tell me am I your lover or am I just full of ****?

Calling it quits was easier than it should have seemed
But the nights were long when the river gleemed
And I invited her over and we made shadows taller than the characters on the tv screen

And her bones were sweet as they clashed into mine
There was no dinner, we didn't dine
Her fingers grasped me like the scent of pine
Her perfume was so sweet I couldn't draw the line

Eyes of hazel dancing in circles of brown and green
There was more behind that I wanted to see
But the night ended early and I didn't want to feel
Can't deny myself, can't lie to myself
You're the one who's helping me heal

I want to scale your body
But all you make me want to do is find out what you're thinking

Time to concoct something the doctors can't counter
Callous my temper with imitation, an elation that makes an earthquake feel a bit sounder
If I told you I was a chameleon you would think I'm a laughing sensation
Like a small town crowd of people with personalities no deeper than flounder
But if you hit me I temper like brass in a manner of class saturation, trying to become a metal that cannot be bent or shaken by voices that are louder

Your mirror's can't see me, only you
I copy and pasted your binary in my caffeine induced computer architect blues
If I told you the color of envy was green, would you see right through my chameleon mirage tailored J. Crew

My scales aren't slimy, although you'd figure so by the way I march around in the conviction of my intelligent muse
I'm so perfect in being perfect, it's almost a clue

But paint me another color of your choosing, to mask the mask I'm wearing over my bruising
You wouldn't know what I scream behind all that I'm hiding because it's sealed under all of the mumbles of my crying

I'm calling your faintest noticeable attraction to grow to know my horrendous transaction interactions
When you sit in your desk chair with your tobacco relaxion, judging every crescendo of my orchestra tastes and core reactions

What say you demon for your jailing taxes, and your horns and your perfect brand named wood stained glasses?
Your cuff is off, your deliverance remarkable, you're becoming a ******* classic just by the stale look that your grin passes
Im not ready for aerobics, I'm not elastic, most will tell you if you try bending me into fantastic, I'm not very static
That's why imitation is suicide when you're not dynamic, looking down the barrel of a factory stack of envy plastics

Lives clash like cars crash
On black ice we spin
Cash my poker chips in
& Monopolize on my sins
Cause now she's my best friend
And we both win, ayo
Sometimes life's okay-o

What's a perfect day
Without a bad reference point
What's a beautiful soul
Without the bad men life appoints

For every cosmos that combusts.
Beauty coats the rust
For every argument we have
Her concerns cloud the fuss, ayo
Sometimes life's okay-o (ayo - ayo)

Karma's no buzz-**** for me
She straightens me out and opens my eyes to see
She keeps me aware of my lows,
Man, she keeps me on my toes.

It makes me feel scared, it gets my adrenaline rushing, but at the same time I feel relaxed. It's as close as I can get to feeling anymore. The symphonies are like the sweet predecessors of a beautiful imaginary fate. Even if it is a morbid feeling. They say when you think about happy things, you should feel happy. Not me I guess. I guess the two extremes have just collided with each other. My sensitivity has vanished. No feeling is a feeling of utter satisfaction, even if it isn't a good one. Because in order for someone to feel, you must be happy, or had once been happy. But after you forget what that happiness feels like, it's almost like you become a hollow vessel. You're inspirations and your aspirations are just whispers. Your motivation is just a black hole, pulling for anything to surface you. To pull at your ambitions, Who will be your freedom fighter. Because that's what freedom really is. It's feeling. Knowing oneself. After losing even the shallow sense of what happiness might feel like in that open void, we rely on that music to debrief us. It's a miserable feeling, but a feeling nonetheless.

I preach a sermon unheard of those herding
Filling the ever-expanding sky with a lesson worth learning
But willful do the people of the ground need to be
To pluck the thread of true happiness and glee
To bend the frame of minds, and alter the realm of their own time

Many collapse their own airways in fear of other frequencies interfering
But can we not see our voice is the only bearing in this mechanical clockwork we're fearing

Humble voices worth applauding hide behind the voices
Passive to all, in procrastination they fall
The reality of loss can only sober one briefly
Till we return to binge on our shallow lives so deeply

A predecessor forgotten imbues nothing but doubt
And all confidence you had will soon disperse
If you don't take a look at who you are and converse
Comparisons unneeded, will only leave you wrought
Your inner-being forever saught

A flock will the sapien always be rooted to
Wingspans of all lenghts suited
Every flight pattern a breeze transcended
Only in this will you find that you grew
Only in this will you find that you flew

Why do I care about geography when I just want to find another planet
Planet earth is nothing more than news
I want to move forward, I want to know why
I'm sick of all the politicians and war, have we forgotten why we're here
Have we forgotten what we've never known
Or does the thought just make us feel more alone
Your god has not shown
Maybe he's making planets elsewhere
Maybe he's given up on us
Maybe the the only thing left is boiling beneath earth's crust

I'm traveling the whole world
And I've seemed to miss South Caroline
Wish I could go, but that's nothing but a dream
You're in a sleepy state, but I guess I want to make up for the lost time we made
Then trying to hide the lights and fame beneath the shade of your frame
You'll make me a man, all the same, all the same
You'll have me calling your name South Caroline, South Caroline..
You'll have me at the point of a blame
I might look back into the night, but I'll never be ashamed
You'll make me another man, all the same, all the same
We're all hammered, who's even paying attention to the game?

I can't do nothing for too long, not with your body singing me songs
When every contour of your figure is embossing my wrongs
I've been looking to the stars for advice but your ambient shine pollutes the sky
I want to see the way, but the streets I follow are too **** unaligned
Grab me here, grab me there
Please don't leave me to my thoughts South Caroline
I'm half passed cloud nine

I've been grabbing your hair and your eyes are giving me a stare
Like when you're alone you'd rather be here
Like the city around you doesn't allow you to feel any fear
You're giving me highway signs, I'm on my way to South Caroline

I need a new friend
Because everyone is all about loyalty
Because everyone thinks rationally
Because everyone is trustworthy
Because everyone is honest to me
Because everyone treats others empatheticly
Because everyone is supportive of those in need
Because everyone will listen to me
And anybody will take a bullet for me
And if there's a hole in my heart anyone would go out of their way to fill it for me
Everybody's there to be a good friend but they're just killing the dream
Because all their character flaws crawl through the seams
Maybe if we could look at ourselves from a third person view we could rebuild ourselves through our own analyses

She only speaks whispers that the wind carries away
She's a shapeshifter in my company
Makes me feel more alone the more that I say
Your foothills, so empowered, rolling astray
The transcendence she leaves in your wake

Her tender lips speak false secrets
Through silt and clay they filter out
From the freckles of your face and the dimples of your vowels
You are my purpose, my therapist
In your presence I am sinless

Watching your walls crumble down
With swollen tear ducts
I am escaped
Your lies are safe with me
But your prison is not

I'm a wave length
And you pluck me like a guitar string
And the sounds I make you'll never hear anywhere else
But expect every up to have a frown
Expect every noun I say, to be turned down
Put me in a bath, give me my crown
My mother never told me to look both ways before I crossed the street
She can't stop me now while I cross the road and let myself bleed
I told you I couldn't tell you everything
And my loyalty to you has surpassed the loyalty I owe to me
But at least I left you my seed
I'm sorry, but I'm taking my greed with me

I've been looking down the bottle for so long my eyes are corks
When I'm drinking liquid bread there isn't a need for forks
The only reason I'm here is because my father shot the stork
And my mother was wearing that white dress like it was her corpse
And their love sounded more like morse
Constant disconnect, hoarse

Things get a little ****** when you're having sangria dreams
When you're void of love, and you're falling asleep on mail you never opened, and bills you've got to pay, and pills you never want to take
And a pile full of your mistakes

You brush off, you shave, you work
Or you don't, and you sit in bed all day with guilty insides
And you open up another bottle of wine
And you think about love, mishaps and ***
But this time it doesn't hurt
Till that bottle of wine convinces you the pain is a flirt

You're running around with your head cut off
And your circus personality
Your face is ****** and sad, with those dark rings around your eyes, and all the years you've seen have made you plain curmudgeony
Your silt pockets run dry to the earth, their face is laced with ******* and dirt
Your mace head is running wiry with hair, and you wouldn't be surprised if you found a rats nest in there
You've been casted a role, that you forgot how to play, from all the years of half-assed hearsay
You said you'd give me your word, and chilled with guilt, you fiddled and farted away

Bar politicians and hobo drawers
This town smells like bad history
Oh mother cancer you're growing on me
You're my favorite stock holmes disease

Everything was a breeze, when the earth was spinning for me
Till the coriolis changed its pace, and the horizon seemed constant
Never to be touched by me
Something to reach for, but never to see

Spare me your sympathetic tendencies
I'm sick of replacing me with please
And acting like every want is a need
When happiness is just a mirage
Good thing I don't have a car
Because I'm using that garage to store all my old memories

A box full of unanswerables stacked up on top of my anxiety
On top of the box full of the blood and tears I bleed
And the forgotten hypocrisies under my apocryphal tendencies
Next to the karaoke machine that screams infidelity
How far back do I need to hide those suppressed memories for them to never surface again
What's the point if the boxes are transparent?

God you're something
In a world of nothing
You're the only color that pops
When everything I see is in gray
When you're around I forget that frowning is a thing that people do

I never want to remember what it's like to frown, and live with it hiding underneath
I never want to remember what it's like to be alone in such a big town
I want hear you say it, I want to sweep you off your feet
I want your words to mend me, I want to feel complete

Clean off your slate, that messy desk is just a ruin of all your memories
Dust every corner of your room, make room for contemporary
Throw all your old toys in the garbage, they're just personality accessories
Destroy yourself if all means point to necessary

Talk to the conch before you throw it back into the sea
Or into that lake broken of glass bottles that gave you ****** feet
Dress yourself up, make yourself look neat
Only return to that lake if you want to see where your heart still beats
Strip your bed, clean your sheets
Forget those games in the corner they distract you from the elite

Travel into an empty cave, forget the friends you once knew
Trade out your old sneakers for some nice shoes
Forget the swing sets, and the bicycles, they're way past due
Forget the silly pop music, it's time you outgrew
Cast away that personality, trade it for a tie and a monochrome hue

Try on your high heels and your perfume
Lose some weight and your hostility too
Skewer you, skewer you into a new geometrical suit
You jump now, you're a frog now, not a newt
Learn how to love, learn how to reproduce
Learn about narcissism, try to pursue
Learn about love, try not to lose
Learn about depth, try to precept
Learn about religion, try faith too
Learn about yourself, try to hold on to that, it's more important than you ever knew
Become one of the many, one of the many of the few
Take everything out of that trash can, begin anew

I always hated the color of your emotions
On these dull and rainy days
Haven't seen the sun for months
Can somebody fax me the apocalypse
Can we just go back into a Big Crunch
Don't care about time anymore it just slips
Through my fingers

I'm not perfect like you think, I'm patchwork
My design has so many flaws and quirks
I'm made of skin and bones, some tell me if I'd try to swim I'd sink
Wish I was more of a liar so maybe I could float

What a tease you are in your little floral dress
And your needle and your thread and your thimble and the little squeaky noises from your rubber sneakers tread
Thought you were so cute when you'd ask me to drink my wine and eat my bread
Who knew a sip would turn into a bag and a loaf of bread

I hated how you looked up when I would look down
And the town felt like a bell tower full of time where I never heard the bell sound
And when you would close your ears it felt like a tsunami had hit my face and turned me into a zombie walking frown
Where my brain was so angry it turned red and filled with blood until I drowned

And there you sat that afternoon playing with your alabaster Barbie that oddly represented you
And you combed her hair and gave her a personality that you could choose
And you forgot all about the needle and thread, and all my patchwork of yellow and red and blue
You forgot all about me and if you would have mixed all the colors right you wouldn't have anything to lose
But here I am with my wiry string and my patchwork bruise
I've got smoke in my lungs and oil in my stomach fueling an industrial revolution that's way past due

I remember speaking to the child on the corner of Robusto and Jane
Who I gave a quarter just to give her her way
She was so easy to please with her parking meter brain
Something as simple as that can either ruin or make your day

If we all came out of an egg would the question beg a God who cared
To give you such a soft shell and such a cynical stare
We come in scared and we leave impaired
Torn from womb and put underground only to be the remains of something of someone, from somewhere

We will be relics, and not the kind behind museum glass
Just little pieces of paper on the walls of others who soon too will pass
And the little girl so pleased with donations
Will soon be reaped of her tumultuous temptations
When her ironclad youth is misled by its sail

Terra plated eyes, green of intention
Your pupils like pangea, the only homage for mine
Your satellite strengthens every time I feel some sign
Humble freckles spot your soft skin, but you're not quiet, nor shy
The definition of your face dances neon in the night, as we dampen the grass beneath us with our feet
Every smooth curve that forms you is a pleasure to my sight
My somber summer softened by your heartbeat
Such a common sound to hear, but for some reason I have a feeling I'll never forget yours
The first time I knew love was real, but to say that would have left my heart sore
We made that tent our canvas as we sharpened our shadows in the middle of that night
It could have turned any feeling of remorse or regret into right
You are nameless to all but me, and you don't understand that just yet
But I hope that one day you'll wake up when you think of me as the sun sets.

I love you, but I hate not being independent
I feel stuck with you when you're gone
And free when you're here
But you'll be back baby, the school years almost here
There's nothing to fear darling, we're in this together dear

I'm trying to sing my heart out, but the notes sound a bit confused
It sounds like my past, because my heart's been a bit bruised
Good thing about those bruises is they faded, I'll never forget though, that's how we learn darling, though
Sometimes this summer can feel a little jaded
When I'm trying to act like I'm fine, I could tell you I'm becoming a bit chraraded
Taking who I am, taking it, and grenading it

It's all part of falling, your adrenalines up here, and the winds blowing through your hair, just hold on, don't ever hit the ground
Even when you're feeling a bit confounded
All the memories around you are surrounding, ghosts around you shrouding
Just take them to the grave, you're brave dear, don't let it be crowding near

We'll be alright at the end of this summertime drought
So don't you pout, cause the clouds may look a bit dark now but the new season will bring rain and reason
The way you feel, don't deem it as treason, it's easy to drift, just lift your chin up, girl, endure the season, with me.

Yeah you're stuck in the stars
Somewhere in between betelgeuse and mars
All the aliens look up, and they see images of themselves being pulled apart
Branding themselves with vowels and constantly reminding themselves of the meaning they found in the stars

It's a constellation nation
Attributing stars to martians
That's who you are
Blue summer, I can see you from afar
All the thoughts you thought in your space car
In your fantastic flying saucer

I can hear your voice inside static static
Bouncing in between my ears like melted plastic plastic
The thoughts I have are becoming masochistic
Scraping my brain like physics of your friction
You're a space cherub, you're my mystic

Come on Virgo, dance with the stars
I know you love Jesus, but just wait till you take a ride in my space car
Listen to my alien tunes as we rip space time apart
We can go anywhere, but all I know is were going far

Were you colorful or was I just using crayons
Were you outgoing or did I just forget your outline
I'm looking for new colors to help me keep your ambivalence aligned

Wrestling with art skews shapes into hues
I painted me into the pictures too
Am I just washed out or am I using a lot of blue
You're running away and I'm left here confused
Did I forget to use glue or was I just used
I thought I had control, but you were drawing too

I drew a house around me, with a corner too
I forgot what season it is
I'm losing color, I'm turning into a silhouette
I lost my thought bubble in the last month I can remember
It was June.
The only thing I have left is a question mark
That I'm trying to bend into a sword
But I don't have the same crafting supplies that I drew with you

Running away I see
Stars dancin' in my rearview
Momma's got eyes in the back of her head
She's got all the right intentions
My father's never been quite the jazz player either
But he's got his ambitions too

Sometimes we gotta scream louder than
Everything, just till it's alright again
Sometimes we gotta dream louder than
The rest of them.

Wasn't raised with what was left over, no
I guess you could say I was raised right
I know you always wanted to keep the family together
But don't let it cost you your ambitions currency
Don't let it cost you your happiness

You only stay famous for so long though
Man, I don't know
Just like the stars we lose our luster
I guess that's why we learn to never trust her
Never to let her lust you

Sometimes we gotta scream louder than
Everything, just till it's alright again
Sometimes we gotta dream louder than
The rest of them.

Give me your hand, and we'll run away
Together this time we dance in the pain
We sustain this reign together
I don't care how much I've gotta miss her
My heart's already in a conundrum
Of quadruple bypass twister
Just tell me, should I kiss her
Just tell me someone, i'm going to miss her

What's your scientific name, little reptilian
You're so manufactured your skin tastes like leather
You're so done up you'd melt in any kind of weather
When you're in my bed it's like a storm in your lace sweater
I can see what's underneath, and it's complementing everything I feel
What do I have to convince inside of you
To seal the deal
A bride wearing blue is a grooms refute
But if you can make me feel like this every night I'll suit up for you

And I'll forget my old life, I'll just make due
I'll forget my old life, I'll just think something up
I'll just recreate you
I'll place you inside of my mouth right next to my sweet tooth

I met you in a sea of people
Makes me feel like it's real
I can't really tell now
Guess I just gotta take some time to heal

Anywhere in between the throwaway poems
And the melancholy music
Where my bed becomes my home
I'm losing it
Just when I thought I had you

The mornings become long when
Your tongues running dry
And you're not thirsty
For anything other than a numb
And I'm, I'm trying to pick up the crumbs
But the floor boards grow farther apart everyday

We're getting older faster
And history is last year
I fear I'm losing time darling
I can't even tell if a future of you and I is near

It's an odd feeling to not know if you're willing to wait for the future
Or have it taken away in your sleep
A freak accident, an existential leap
I want those chemicals to tell me I'm going somewhere more
Then here
What a high it would be, all that DMT
In you brain, just slipping through the seams

And here I fiddle my thumbs
Indulging myself in nostalgic songs
Where do I find the time
To redo all my rights and wrongs
Think it's bout time I get out of bed
Before the only thing I have left is my head

Gotta break loose from this circle that controls my life
I'm becoming a relic of self abuse
I want to fall in love with everything that moves
When I love nothing at all, and have nothing to prove
My love is addiction and my addiction is love
And I've got a short attention span, but somehow keep gliding
But I've given up on feeling high
I've felt it all before, and all I'm feeling now is shy
Never wanted to die and still don't
But it haunts my thoughts a lot so
I guess I gotta smash the clock and break out of my shell
Hope for the best, hope it settles the score