You ask me what I like
Your eyes, bright
And you can tell I'm shy
But I can't tell you why.

Royal blue and silver
Would send my spine a shiver
And quill my silent quiver

And I would pull your chair out
But my mind is full of doubt
Because I'm not sure how this all goes about

I'm not sure which side to stand
But you ask for my hand
And we're walking over sacred land
And we like the same kinds of bands

I want to seem worthwhile
So I contemplate my style
And I search through my minds file
While you tell me the heritage of your title

It's on the tip of my tongue
The days of when I was young
And I want to tell you the words I'd spun

But you tell me my eyes make your heart run
And all the things your family does for fun

And somehow
I want to talk about that
And remember
That it's in the past
Because the way your eyes look at mine has my mind
Wondering if something could finally last.

They say,
He talks like a cold ****** ****
And I can't help but feeling
If someone gave them a hug
They wouldn't be
So quick to judge

Then again
I'm one to base off demeanor
Cause of ones that were meaner
That wouldn't come nearer
With a trigger finger
I've no faith in being a believer

And I've no...friend
That'd stand till the end
But sun rays come again
When self pity war's ending begins

And saying sorry
Is but hardly
Is to make a mistake
You wish to not have partaked
But I'm content in truth
Below, beside, above you.

The smell of gas
I watch airplanes pass
Wonder what it feels like
To have a place far away to go,
Travel desert sand on motor bike
With a gruff momentary
Love of my life

But my hands are
Too busy shaking
From too much energy,
An idea of saving faded greenery,
Or faded high from a puffing buzz-y

One time
Two times
Three does the trick
I would laugh but
I'm honestly too tired
To use that much muscle
And plus
It keeps your face looking younger
If you don't smile enough
And judging by indifference
We could use a little less ugly

And my eyes,
They'd rather roam
Every inch of land that my feet track
Than fall
For the trick.

In the depths of mind

Recollection becomes found

Revolution makes no sound

Hope only a handful find

Strike a pose

Only a certain few knows

Walk what you smoke

Spray to clean,

Don't choke

Ripped cloak shows you don't care

Hands shield shape

Shows another perspective scared

All those things you fake

How many bodies do you take?