This is a hard feeling to express
I want my lungs to compress in my chest
I need to get past this self immolation
And find a hold of my emotions

Your eyes are like a wave's peak and I can only hope that the ocean is half as deep.
This isn't the way I wanted for you to rob me of my sleep.
So I spend my nights looking into the ether , only hoping to catch a glimpse of you features.
You have made my bed and left a space, you've painted a portrait and left your face.

You wanted to live in wonderland
But our love has grown old
I'm young in the face
But tried of my own home.
Gone with the tide, left to roam my  mind.
But it's no place to hide and a memory isn't something I can call mine.

I'm compelled to pace like it'll lead me home
They've always said that all roads lead to Rome
From what I can tell it must have gone up in smoke, to cloud my already unsteady vision and choke these lungs.
They way it happens when a father is seen playing catch with his son.
But that's a position that can't be won.
So I'll drift to the horizon like the winter sun.
But with twice the silence and half the composure.
So I'll impolde like a super nova
But with twice the passion and half of the exposure.
The end result of looking through open doors for closure

They opened your nose
Like the the gap between us
Your vitals danced across the screen
Just like ballerinas

I feel more connected to the leaves that blow across my driveway
Or the trees that stand silently on the highway on these late night drives
I've got to plant my feet and make forward progress
Cauese when I look behind there's nothing left.

I'm grown too tried of the bright lights gleam
And the silent hallways which are painfully  clean.
The white walls hold you in they match your skin, it's hard to see where  they begin, and when this ends

You're just a cigarette
And this temporary buzz isn't enough for this longing heart
I need a stronger substitute
Something with a full effect
Someone with an addiction so strong it's impossible to break

I'm a lost boy not looking to be found
I'm icarus waiting to hit the ground
There's quiet before the storm
So I'll find peace in the sound.

Sometimes it's not the words we speak
But the sentences and phrases
That are left half complete
These are the words that compete
in a mental foot race called regret
When I said" I love you"  i really meant
" You haven't seen the best part of me yet"
You said I acted if my shoes were made of quicksand
But in stone my ways were set
You said you would always be by my side
But you didn't hesitate when you left.

I haven't gained a home
In the lost and found
I look at the sun now like the barrel of a loaded  gun
And I'm still not fond of the thought of the ground
I'm walk in from the rain and say to no one around
" you haven't seen the best of me yet"

I want my body to be post-morden art
I want my actions to be guerilla theatre
I want all my words to be poerty
I want my reality to be surreal

I want my mouth to be a ampilfer for my heart.
I want to be a teacher
I want the world to know every part of me
I want you to know how i feel.