When I was little I used to **** the bed often
I ****** my thumb until I was 10 years old
A Sparrow in my dreams last night
Was in my home where I live now
She was pregnant in my dreams last night
And I couldn't look at her face without pain
So I went to the bathroom in my dreams last night
And I woke up ******* the bed
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
Staining the sheets of memory
Someone please wash me
I am repugnant

Amongst the debris, the ash, the embers, lies the very foundation of who we are apart and the inferno we are together.

You don't look through me like most, you look deep inside, pick up every flaw and regret and make a toast to the wonders that make me, me.

Etch your name into
The delicate walls of my beating heart
Time shall not erase you.

"The rhythm is of greater importance than the words themselves."
-said every sane, living musician at one point or another.

Because all the ones who put more thought into the words
went mad, or dead.

Your lies coagulated in my veins.

I am just scrolling through people's lives,
wasting mine.

Forget the ***** spoons, Tim.
Pick up the clean ones.
They litter floors with meaning.