the time she gave her heart away,
she'd finished holding tight
she let it fly
so by and by
he'd find it in the night

the time she gave her heart away,
she knew that she did well
for when she woke
from true-love's stroke
she'd broken every spell

the time she gave her heart away,
she gave it to a man
a brilliant one
the moon's own son
star-struck, she gave her hand

and when she gave her heart away
she knew it wasn't wrong
to hold it in
would be a sin
if to him it truly belonged

I hold you close by golden night
Clothed in sweet desire
Radiating a hazy light
Subtly reflecting your fire

If you were to dream of me,
You'd think you were awake
For in your every waking hour,
A dream for you I'd make

If you liked to wish on stars,
I'd be your guiding light
If you believed in ghostly things,
I'd haunt you every night

And if you prayed for mercy,
I'd pray to be your grace
Or if you hoped for luck,
I'd be your charm--for just-in-case

And if you needed something
To hold and to confide,
I will be the memory that your heart can keep inside

I want to see the sea again,
but not like seen before
I want to watch a beast wash up
on a sopping, stormy shore

the sun has all forsaken me
the breeze turned torrent doom
the bright of day is dashed away
in tumbled, trashing gloom

my skin is scales, my breath is salt
my air is suffocating
I'm taking in the cold and dark
I'm watching death parading

to spite the light that's left my heart
is all the due I've paid
and every drop of dampened soul
sounds out my serenade

On scene and out of mind
Out of any kind of time
Out of pocket, on my side
You’re my favorite kind of line

And it gets me late at night
When I feel with all my might
That you’re pushing out of sight
Baby, but it feels so right

Take your time and let me know
Like you want to watch my show
I can make the time go slow
Just keep that head down, keep it low

And keep that rhythm
Keep on breathing
Let me marinate that silence
Let me soak into your ceiling
Cause I don’t feel like defiance

And the violence
It’s just spinning
It’s the cutting, it’s the stinging
Sober but I’m undefended
I’m a monster in my dreams
I’m just bursting at the seams

Take me on
Just give me something
Any piece you want to
Pull my teeth out one by one
And make me feel it like you want to

when someone dies, you never really feel you did it right
the life you gave,
the plans you made
the darkest, deepest nights

when someone dies you always wish the time would just go back
it sounds cliché
but that's the way
you feel when it goes black

when someone that you love is gone, you just can't make it through
a single beat
without retreat
into the pain made new

when someone that you love is gone you have to feel regret
to say you don't
or swear you won't
is just the coping lie you've set

I'll always want to bring you back
I'll always wish you here
its crazy how the mind plays tricks
after you disappeared

but worst of all you're oh so close
you haven't died, but live
I've got the power to bring you back,
but not the strength to give

if butterflies have scales
like fish
than I have rights
to one good wish
a wish to send
a child a dream
to make a damp,
dark nighttime seem
a little spark
to light a flame
to grow a fire
a beast to tame
to kindle courage,
hope and thought
to give a truth
that a wish has bought

I want to cry in a scarlet robe
A vestment of my own demise
I want to trickle into tears
My soul drip out right through my eyes

To empty out into the streets
This body that was never grand
And flow away with ***** rain
And stain the mother earth and land

An uneventful, empty death
A toast to all my useless life
The sting of nothingness quite felt
For nothing wields a lonely knife

Goodbyes bygones from other days
I was a lie that came and went
When life and death were cards to cheat
And not dull guests at the main event

If you're ever feeling blue,
sketch a smile onto your face
Draw the curve and dimples, too
But all in pencil, just in case

Just never sketch a smile in pen
For soon the time could come
A day or two or three or ten
When one starts to feel dumb

**** the ever-smile
That can never be wiped, Or scraped, or covered fully
For the mockingish smirk
Would start to look like a ****
And the smiler is now a big bully

And when a dangerous bloke
Asks Ink Face for smoke
And the latter hasn't got any,
The smile of pen is mistook for a poke
And the joke? Well, it's sadly unfunny