I do swear by this
but you look down on mine as if it's not the same as yours
but i want you to know that these shapes your seeing in front of you do not mean what you think

we are one in the same

writing maps on my hands from what I hear from whispers
                                                                                                     I am lost
I see and name all the places they've taken me
but most of the time like all of us the name has no meaning

I hear the whispers again
calling me to the void
calling me to dive
but is it worth it?

stumbling on sand
pushing my own head under the current

**I will open my lungs

CAN YOU HEAR IT?
YOUR HEAD HITTING THE CAR DOOR?
I'm out and have only sixteen
you're not real
cut me open
no I've changed my mind
but you haven't changed
IS IT WRONG OF ME TO ASSUME YOUR IN LOVE WITH TREASON?
because you're painting a very clear picture
and a picture is worth a thousand words
but you only smell of burnt paint now
your frame will be snapped apart and opened up
torn apart
I'm nothing close to an artist
but this is my masterpiece

unsure
so I'll take this time and name every memory I've had under this sun.
not that it will bring any meaning

delayed reactions
no one is listening
and i'm not listening

my eyes are not tired of seeing
my ears are not tired of hearing
but they've found nothing new
clinging on for something else

this will never make any sense
no matter how much we want it to

floating alone I can't seem to grasp it
but maybe if you give me a hand
no I will do this on my own

this is where they come to get me
to take me away
and tell me what I am

I know I once had it all figured out
but now all I see are sticks in the sand.

I've heard it said countless times
but I've only managed to scratch the surface

let me slip away
I can't hold on
and you can't help me anymore