The bathroom looks like a ****** scene
blood spotting the walls,
the floor,
the yellowing porcelain,
blood.

My brother calls me three times around midnight
I don't pick up
I'm off in la la land
chasing funny things
put to bed on the sofa
in my friends' dorm
too high to fall safely
drunk enough to take the risk

The bathroom is a ****** scene this morning
all of that blood once ran through veins
bringing oxygen to muscles and organs
keeping my brother ticking
and now it's turning the color of rust
on the bathroom floor

It's not that I'm not into you
I really am, I really do
Like you a lot, I like your smile,
I have admired it for a while.

You make me laugh, you say cute things
And know I don't like wearing rings.
I don't get judged and that feels nice.
It's rather strange I don't think twice

On spilling out my inner fears,
My thoughts, my worries and my tears.
You make me cry and I don't mind
I think you're worth it every time.

What makes me mad is other folk
Who interfere and like to joke
Around with hearts, like they won't break,
One lie is sometimes all it takes

To tear us up and dent our pride,
We lash out, hurt, we often hide.
With you I feel they won't succeed
For love is really all we need.

The weight of her pain
with nothing left to gain
she ended her tears; sent them down the drain.
Thoughts of him nearly drove her insane...

She packed his things
she sings, she sings
and she heard his name
but it no longer stings.
She sings, she sings.

Friend zoned
dethroned
no more primrose
visions of a future untold
so you complain
she always goes for the ones with no brain
well it's a no brainer
you have to save her
right?
no wrong
this isn't some ******* love song
and you don't get to win the girl every time
by being the sensitive sort of guy
there has to be something in your *****
which give you courage to make the calls
the choices you've avoided
which would have let you down her halls,
but you never did
the friendship
was just too **** perfect
to try and evolve
so now you devolve
into beer whiskey and ****
oh aren't you such a knight
atop your noble steed?
you won't succeed
until you put the feeling
that your wheeling and dealing
will somehow strengthen some glass ceiling
but you complain
and ***** and moan
and say
"It's not fair, I'm in the friend zone."
when really it was you
who didn't own up to
all the things you were supposed to do

Turn the shame
Into art
They love nothing more
Than a broken heart

As much as I want to write,
It seems as if
I will always be better at
Getting drunk
Throwing up,
And ******* up

when I see you
I feel like a weary winter traveler
who has glimpsed the light of a fire
and knows the closer he gets
the warmer he will be

Things are things and
Verbs are verbs
When you hear chirps
It’s probably birds

Feet go in shoes
And shoes on the floor
Music echoes in ears
Leaving you wanting some more

A heart is a heart
Until it’s beats aren’t for you
Love isn't love
Until you share it with two

Then comes the end
As all good things must
Settle on the shelf
And gather life’s dust

"Too late" is a lie
So get back on your way
Start life over
If you can, start it today

This time it will work out.
This time it's different.
This time it's special.
She said,
every,
time.