It’s just a common essence to
deliver such a presence, not
relying on the presents so that
we can learn some lessons. Drift
off, far from being found. Scaling
mountains in a single bound.
Reaching a commonality, between
our normativity believing in controllability.

We sit, we relax, we breathe.

It’s all okay, nothing but a real dream, dreaming
about reality. Drifting out to sea, separating
everything between you and me.

We beg, we plead, we cry.

Wanting nothing, but for this dream to stay alive.
Without each other we feel lost, with
no place to hide. Pushed further away by an
increasing tide. Skies turn to black, before a
flash of light. Dream forgotten with the delivery
of sight. A flash of black and then light again,
the thought of such a dream, crossed the back
of my head. Dreams do come true, it just takes time.

I start my day, like any other.
Drinking coffee and blowing a line.

With my blue wide eyes, I see nothing but airplanes in the sky.
I reach up with my sun hands, trying to feel the warmth of the earth, but all I receive is cold world news. I consider myself a shape shifter, not able to camera talk since my message appears weak. I play my cards & quarters, ignoring the warning sign, about getting lost. Who knows who cares, words I carry deep in my heart, trying to live my cubism dream. There are stranger things in this world, that are held together with a sticky thread. It was always you & I, we just didn’t know it for so long, unable to move forward because of our heavy feet. We lay and look up at the ceilings, only to see a black spot millions of miles away. Riding breakers out into the sea, it's hard to believe only three months went by since I met you and you met me. Sometimes we get caught holding our black balloons, filled with feelings larger than a wooly mammoth. Remember our trip to Mt. Washington? We had that white stuff from Columbia, a week I’ll never forget. Reminded me of our first concert together at the The Bowery. It was in our Gorilla Manor, where we got Hummingbirds drunk, for no particular reason. We are nothing more than Local Natives, coinciding in a world too small, for the adventurists living inside us all.

It’s just a common essence to
deliver such a presence, not
relying on the presents so that
we can learn some lessons. Drift
off, far from being found. Scaling
mountains in a single bound.
Reaching a commonality, between
our normativity believing in controllability.
We sit, we relax, we breathe. It’s all
okay, nothing but a real dream, dreaming
about reality. Drifting out to sea, seperating
everything between you and me.
We beg, we plead, we cry. Wanting
nothing, but for this dream to stay alive.
Without each other we feel lost, with
no place to hide. Pushed further away by an
increasing tide. Skies turn to black, before a
flash of light. Dream forgotten with the delivery
of sight. A flash of black and then light again,
the thought of such a dream, crossed the back
of my head. Dreams do come true, it just takes
time. I start my day, like any other,
drinking coffee and blowing a line.

Wandering through my mind like you're always there.
The smell of your detergent lingering in the air.

I grab your hand and from there we soar,
over the first place we kissed,
making history so much more.

Your favorite song playing from your eyes,
I star at you, as you watch the skies.

The wind gently strokes your beautiful hair,
as we float higher and higher to avoid the glare.

The sun waves goodbye,
putting blankets over our skin...

I look into your dark blue eyes,
kiss you and say:

"This is where our story... begins"

The difference between you and me
is the fact that I actually care.
You sit there, not giving a ****
while I sit here, giving too many *****.

I tried once before and I’m still trying,
but you’re not there and you never were.
You don’t like people changing for you,
but you’ll change for someone else.

Quit playing your ignorant games,
cause every time you lose.
You lost the most important game of your life…me.
And when you figure it out, I won’t be here.

So who gives a **** now?

The fantasyland you live in is a complete joke, where nothing is funny.
Have fun while you can, because once you grow up,
the mistakes you made are going to be bold in front of your face.
Don’t be someone you’re not, it’s disgusting.

Ending with you, I’ll hit the breaks. The same old movie plays over and over, again with the subtitles. But, this time subtitles that count. We aim to show no emotions, even though we are always asked, “What’s the matter”.  In two, the weakly sleep ever so silent. Almost in that category, the restless have become tired. They are just good like that, even if they cannot see straight. As the night grows, they realize it’s not the same and won’t be for a longtime.

Dark abysmal, the lesser of two evils
The sound so vivid, deep with intensity
Awakening from slumber, but trapped in time
The night moves, as it dances with the wind
The end? Or the beginning? When given one choice,
Which one would you choose?
The beauty may lie within, so risk it if you may.
But you committed this crime of sleep.
The chair is rocking, but no one sits
Nothing makes sense anymore, not even you.
The choices are getting harder, it's all falling apart
Was it meant to be this difficult?
Was it all a lie?
How could one tell when nothing works
Lights in the distance flashing to the beat of your heart
You walk towards them, but they get further away
Roads turned into quicksand, swallowing you with every step
No one around to save you, sinking in your own fear
“Wake up” you tell yourself “WAKE UP”
Your covers engulfing you just like the quicksand
You open your eyes and you were back to where it all started
The dark abysmal…real life
Just as scary as the dream.