You're an unknown,
An apocalypse waiting for someone to say "yes"
When the storm brews and bruises everything you know,
What is there to show or to tell?
Battered hearts strewn at show & tell;
Go tell the teacher we're all hurting down here;
Our pride keeps us from looking up, so we look down and let our tears water the grass and we call ourselves gods for that;
Like surviving a broken heart is a supernatural power
that surviving love transforms us into super heroes;
Nothing about us is super or heroic;
We're just all broken to varying degrees

Amazing how for no reason//
Everything will remind me of her//
And all this weight I carry on my spine//
Breaks my mind in two//
The past//
The present//
The what-ifs//
The colors of reality move in slow motion//
Just like the memory reel playing in my head//
Lost in thought and talking to ghosts//
These headaches don't go away anymore//
I'm drowning in the deserts of my mind//
Let it go, hold on, it's all the same
Sterile and stoic madness, shame//
I lay down and dream to never wake//

I wasn’t trying to follow
Nor be followed
I just wanted to walk beside you
!

So After my early morning chores
I go in the house for my second cup of coffee
And my girl is getting up
She sets down in her living room easy chair
Hot herbal tea in hand, device in the other
I pick up my guitar and magic flows out
I played my magnum opus's
One after another bleeding through my fingers
Tears come to my eyes
I play like I'm playing for my dinner
I'm starving for that connection
The bond that music brings
At the ****** I look up and see her
Still staring down at her device
Then I realize
I played for dinner
And left hungry...

I’m lost in the forest
I don’t seem to care
Helicopter can find
Anyone  anywhere
So I’ve set down to rhyme
Well actually
I’m looking to find
All that I lost
Within my mind
Oh my girl is worried
And my friends
Are hot on my trail
Tell me again how bad
I’m evil

You could never believe
Reality as I perceive
Waves of my realm
Flow like an angry sea
I gasp to hold on
As my shadow bleeds
But inside its calm
Where air flows strong
I gasp to hold on

On the shore of my isle
Reality crashes
Deep in my sleep
Frightening flashes
Perhaps these moments
Never existed at all
Reality is a state of mind
An interpretation of cause

I gasp to hold on
Hold on to my *****
.........................
Sorry
Babel of a mad man....

Sometimes I'll tug my pinky
Almost in a puppeteer fashion
Imagining that on the other end
Of the string of fate
It's making your finger tap to the beat
Of our soul song.