Wish I wasn't so broken
Cause everyone around doesn't want to be a friend
They just want to fix me
They want to turn my static into something more dynamic
They follow me around and orbit my dramatics
But I'm not much of a fan-addict

I just sedate
And when the dark rolls around
I know that I will live forever
I will never separate, and you will not see me
I will live in the dark forever
I will decorate the back of my eyelids with stars and coffins
I will put you to your rest, put you back to bed, where you came from
Behind time sockets

You will see the moon twitch with every night that passes
But the moon will always be full
Have fun with your illusions
I'll be recreating in a star of nuclear fusion

Give me your life, I will create your excuses
I will grind your ideas into fine powder
I will make a solution
I will travel so fast away from here I will undo the future
Till the fabric of space time seems a bit looser

I will live forever, you will not see me
I am as invisible as dark matter
I will be as swift and destructive as solar wind
I will put you to rest, I will put you back to bed, where you came from
Behind time sockets

My hair is so full of debris
My beard is becoming a monument to better times
There's a little devil on my shoulder, and a damp cigarette in my lip
There's a glass of stale water on my dresser I've been staring at for days
I'm still recovering from your explosion

I can't get in reach of my arms and legs
My mind has deteriorated from the entropy
I'm so angry all the time that the muscles on my forehead have distinguished the letter V
You were a black diamond that I crashed on
And now I'm trutting down the mountain in broken skis

Where were you when I believed
You opened the door for yourself and then you receded
You were my lover, but now you're a stubborn little dead girl I seeded
I replaced you with medication I write your name over and over in my head as I bleed
You were the only one who could ever relieve me of this pain and you left me with that need

I wish I could tell you all the things that make me small and cloud my vision with too much dark. I long to tear the words from my throat, to cast light onto the syllables that cause my heart to flounder.


I have cried a million tears since the day of my passing, none of which have begun to erode the stone in which my fears are set. They are chiseled too deeply into the lonely tomb that holds my sometime smile.


I wish I could tell you of all the things that make me small, I wish I could share my darkest dreaming and not fear the cloud of judgement that will settle upon your brow as it steals my breath and breaks my heart.


I can only love you and hope that it's enough.