all of these paths
lead to one place..
hanging out
killing time
in parking lots
wearing ***** scrubs
i was tired i was so late for class
i'm sorry about losing your mail
my vision was a blurry ****
i forgot what i was doing
im sorry for calling you when you're sleeping
just to annoy you and say..
we could quit our jobs and die in bed
with your head on my chest
honey it'll be great.

did you really miss me?
i do believe you're moving at a pace
a little bit too slow for my taste
we're wasting so much time
thinking of ways to break the silence.
from time to time you cross my mind
but when you called my name i started to cry


i don't know what i know anymore.
i know what i love and nothing more

the only thing i learned from you is that theres nothing left
to look forward to..
we moved away and hardly talk
you said it's like drawing shapes with stubby chalk.
i'm trying to be fine but i lie about the things i say will never die
like memories, forgiveness, and the light inside my eyes

Try
swimming against the tide today
And if you drown
It's better than drifting forever

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.