It’s the little things, it’s the beautiful things,
I can’t have because they’re yours.
It’s your name, it’s this place,
Going through the motions, stopped short by your face.
It’s this **** heart of mine, it doesn’t know that you’re gone,
But you’ve been gone.
There’s a chill in the air, you’re holding on tighter,
I smile, I’m falling in love,
Now you’re screaming goodbye’s, there's tears in my eyes,
I’m numb to the sound.

I'm neck deep in stupid
Trying to live up to a halo
That doesn't belong to me

My moral compass points North
No matter where I face
Can't tell my head from my ***

Maybe it's that I need
A brand new pair of horns
Because that's a step somewhere

My head was on the chop block
And but for naught but you
Thanks for letting me die

Oh, but you missed a spot.
Shoot me again because
I'm not quite dead yet

So let me burn in hell
While you dance with the angels
It's not like you give a ****

Ten thousand hungry insects
Consume my flesh alive
And you're sipping champagne

But we got backward the ideas
Of Puritan and Libertine
Of hypocrisy and integrity

So when I'm done with you
The hell I send you to
Will feel like heaven

I'll take solace in the fact
That in the end, with all considered,
I won't be crucified alone.

The rain calls softly from beyond the window
Fingers tapping on glass, persistent
Undaunted at the prospect of rejection

Saxophones serenade and trumpets sound
A color wheel exploding in my mind's eye
The rain was jazz for a moment

White lights create an art in their geometry
With shapes that don't exist
Except in the mind of the beholder

Smoke billows from between my lips
And this world of mine coagulates
It feels so right it almost stings.

Rain streaks down the window
The wind blows undistorted from its creation
A sad small human sits behind that glass
Alone in the dark.

This house used to be filled with noise.
Enough love that the windows would glow.
Then, the rain would soothe the house
Now the rain tries to drag
This place back to that day.

That time that cannot be changed
The rain still remembers
How it poured down the face of the boy
Who let the world tangle him up
And loop his belt around his neck.

Now the poor house is left behind
With nothing but the ghost of the person inside
No laughter left to fill the halls
No one to admire the beautiful rain.