Cry your eyes blind
no longer recognize
forever lost, never to find
never to change your mind
the smell of sweet pine
the texture of its rind
you will never lay yours eyes

Oh to what surprise
crying your eyes blind
accomplishes nothing but anguish

I smell your air across the room
the kind you used to wear
I can feel the textile of your hair
and your smile forming
I just can't see it now
because you're never there

You were there
and you may ask when
but I couldn't tell you
do you remember me
my little pea
my livid lover
the one who thinks like I do

I miss the bed by the lake
and the longing feeling of
background noise television
but in the end, I really just miss you around.

I look around my room
shadows cast in every direction
I look around my room
giving all my things a close inspection
I look around my room
for inspiration for the day
my eyes land on her picture
and I know
today
will be okay

She loves me
I love her
Man, how my stomach stirs
when she says words
and when she looks in my direction
Let's just say there's blurs
I'm not really sure
how we ended up here
there were fights on the way
but hey, I've forgotten them now
how can she be so... wow just wow
I could talk abut her hair
I could talk about her smile
I could talk about her.. for quite the while
i would probably crawl a mile
in a pile of crushed viles
Just to hear her say I love you
and I know she does
from the things she does
because throughout the however many months
Everything I wanted she was
Pause.
she just looked this way and I forgot what I was going to say.
but anyways I hope she stays
so together we can number our days
in a number of ways
And I can do my favorite thing
listen to her say
I love you.

You and I
we are imperfect
But your broken edges
fit perfectly around all of mine

Bittersweet
the rush of caffeine
the warmth inside my bones
it's social graces
but...
bitter yes
Ma'am where's the creamer again?

You let these things consume your life
the darkness of the night
the wicked and twisted positions you've been pushed in
You let them form your mold
you think about it everyday
you feel it in everything you say
you become sharp at its subject
but why let something consume you?
Your power as a person allows you for better
Your antics don't have to be effected
and your former self should not be ejected
even if this isn't how your future as projected
Be the person you would've expected