the impending ending in sight
together for one more night
i can't pretend to know
how the rest of the story goes
but i do know this was the best
weekend of my life

it's crazy
everytime i wake up expecting not to see you
after seven months, i can finally feel you
and maybe in a way i kick myself
this independence day
how was i supposed to know you felt the same
when we were both so good at hide and seek

my mother didn't raise no quitter
cupid has one less arrow in his quiver
but every weekend you float the river
and sell your liver to the highest bidder

the question
the answer
that will never change
regardless of how you feel that day
are you okay?
i have been

i saw it through tears
in the rear view mirror
i migrated to the great south
at the ripe age of ten
a heavy heart and impressionable mouth
it wasn't long before i picked up a pen
i'd love to write about home
but it's hard to know what that is
when you were living on the road

i must be out of my ******* mind
the things you do are just divine
therefor my obsession is justified
*at least that's what my heart implies

every missed cue
is a miscue
no clue why i miss you
i just do

i guess that's what happens
quick **** then cue the dancing
the game we play
before the sky is raised
i fall back
to my room
and go through
the routine like
i'm supposed to
despite how
close to you
i get keep these
feelings in the eyelet
of my shoes
miscues laced with
dreams of second chances
that won't come true

we dwell
under swollen
ocean tides
like molluscs hide
a notion
comprised
of insecurity
your purity
like lightning shines
but not the frightening kind
a flicker of hope
where bloated bellies float
til they explode
we'll hold close
to everything we own
for that's all we'll ever know

the sky lights up brilliantly and my eyes right the wrongs written for three weeks. the only piece keeping me on the street is my feet tattooed to the shadows and shoes. the only figure at the same altitude as my head will be my expectations. any doubts about us not wildin' out will be squashed when the bottle starts passing around. voices tell me that my choices will give me hell but my buddy Bud light, he'll yell back too loud to be drown out. senses weakened, we smoke beer and drink cigarettes til we sneak into cemeteries and the ghosts leak into our socks. we speak in shocking dialect that we'll regret when the sun is met by skyline but tonight we shine like the stars that nod their heads to the music of a good ******* weekend and this feeling, i hope i never lose it. love will be our beacon.

sweat caked skin and lion mane
the barber shops not open on weekdays
at least it feels that way
who takes a two hour lunch break

something's here are so hard to get
******* **** i need a cigarette

his hands play host to a long day of work
and this man still hopes to see a strong birds perch
he'll say maybe we'll visit a zoo one day
a baby living with a kazoo to say
words he hasn't learned
to utter yet
the birds i thought i might've met
the day i went
were at the vet

through the ring
and previous string
sewing together
these things i feel
a crestfallen sting
why repair what is
already rusted
why abrade soil
when it's already crusted
you found a home
for the words i entrusted
a corner in the ceiling
to one day be dusted

clouded and aroused
a clown laughed out of town
then proceeded to run
around and out of funny sounds
the pounding ofnthe door to his house
built from under the blouse of mediocrity

keep thinking you're never wrong
while you sand down your pedestal
to stand on, you'll stand alone

we beg for change
and then meet it with outrage and anger
we should all be ashamed for the way we behave
never will there be a fight won
when the tides we feel are not *the right ones

an invitation
you called to me in blood red
request denied, *****

there isn't an inch of skin
on this worn down body
that isn't stricken with pain
scabbed over and gaudy
with every motion i shout
and doubt my convictions without
knowing anymore what they're really about
i see a door called death and it seems
the easiest way out

bright orange illuminates the sky
making an ominous silhouette of the tree line
burning it's fragile frame into my eyes

behind the gleaming in your smile
is where i'd like to sleep for a while

kindly whispered
the pale night's sun
*go to sleep, delusional one

i love your violet tipped words
and how they could sip a cup
filled to the lip with cheese curds
another night has bent over backwards
seemingly for me but secretly to see
the sun smile at its pain

when a mountain cascade
was the only face to put with the name
people seemed to care more for what i had to say
this is a sad day

she lies with eyes
despising the skies
for their soaking surprise
and cataclysmic cries
under a canvas and metal stakes
hammering them with haste
so the wind won't blow it away
each missed stake a mistake
this great escape from the day to day
**was supposed to be fun

these boots are caked with dirt
i see a morbid lake where a monster lurks
working to maintain his veil of secrecy
a sea of things we never want to see
an ocean of uncertainty

you took my heart and ate it
after i divulged to you how much
i truly ******* hate it

creepy, crawling and criticizing
ignore their harmonic synthesizing
explore the ironic hypnotizing
my belly is swollen from all the lying

what a wonderful afternoon
i stood underneath til fingers began to prune
my name is not being called
and my phone's not vibrating
there's chills down my spine
and my pupils are dilating
my skin soaked wet
as the water met
my sore shoulders
eradicating sweat
i'm not done yet
embracing the stream
i hate this ftx
it was merely a dream

i found a home in your eyes
where i could remain til i die
the colors that surround us will be
as gorgeous as you are to me

they say what doesn't **** you
makes you stronger
this sentiment may be true
but i can no longer
pretend i'm not impaled
and transformed by trials and tribulations
into a replica, made to scale
of my former self
abbreviation

my dreams are outlandish and inscrutable
and in no way can they be interpreted
trust me, i've tried

i wish to be a faucet
the water my obnoxious wanting
as it falls i watch it
wash away your subconscious
and all the frivolous caution
you so obviously flaunted
i'm more like a kleenex
a tissue unworthy to be issued
in the box whispering pick me next
maybe being used is better than being kissed
abused but so cute til you scream
with your eyes you're dismissed
the others will be so confused
as i smile amongst hollow mountain dew
bottles and torn paper with glue
because you cry when you laugh too
i'll take what i can get

for three weeks we'll embark
to sleep amongst the tree bark
easily remembering this is not a theme park
bring the s'mores and your best ghost stories
i'll lock them away in the diamond quarries
the insatiable nightmares will prey
on us beyond the light, we'll pray
at night they go away but if they
want to stay we'll stand and fight
fly a kite of grey and laugh and play

i'm counting every breath now
each one bringing me closer to death now
there's a searing pain in my lungs
if they collapsed and i collapsed
i'd become the fortunate son
we're no longer talking in terms of days or weeks or months
but rather minutes and hours
i've lost my will to speak
and the air we breathe is sour
i don't think i'll make it
i want to tell you how i really feel
because it's killing me to fake it

i've been waiting for this night
this very specific particular night
as long as i can remember
since i saw you in december
at first, i was surprised
when your head met my shoulder
and somehow your eyes met mine
it was probably just right place
right time but it felt so perfect
you are so perfect
i still hear your laugh
as everyone was more drunk than
you and i

maybe i can find
the source of your golden glow
where the glass rewinds

when the sun set on this
tiny german town we set out
we were forced to believe
nothing could stop us
and there was no sadness
or anger or madness or danger
then the sun returned
making a liar of that
recklessly whispering liquor

there's no time to explain
white knuckled on building's edge
lemon-lime lemonade
pantomime playing charades
chuckling at the ******* name
the line outside sits and waits
you had a plan and we foiled it
just for good measure,
we dropped your top hat in the toilet

this one will suffice
but i think i want that one
give me all your cash

today should be one of those fun
mundane take the lords name in vain
again and again kinda days

there's mold and dust
what was golden once
now cold and rusted
entrusted with fifth grade kisses
a list of lost kittens and *******
the bed at an unreasonable age
locked away
in a cage
in a cave
in a wave
of soda exploding
opening a lethal dosage
of emotion and
friendship is born again

i've always denied
the offered ride
i'm not sure why
perhaps it's pride
that makes me hide
and shy away
everytime i hear a stranger say
*hey, need a lift?

cloaked in immense difficulty
the things i really wish i could write
i don't feel much outside of the drumming
the things i do feel are too real
i've always been better at running

to put it quite simply
if i could intervene, you see
my mind understands that i should just be your friend
but my heart can't comprehend
*what the **** that means

i put a dip in
it rips into
the inside
of my lip
reverse sipping
into a red cup
i don't know what
i know nothing
muffled ruffling
in the corners
of the catacombs
of melted bones
osmosis jones
where thought calls home
an old rotary telephone
with the numbers rubbed away
i'll save the fall
and autumn walls
for another sunny day

lying in bed
dying, nothing i said
meant any thing at all

a tiny affliction presented itself
the bottle off the shelf sang
i didn't know there were thorns
on the vegetation where it hangs
a flower. for you. from me.
you kept it

i know it's not much
a touch of something
my eyes have a mind
of their own now
and only know
your captivating browns

so another weak night
on a weekend, we fight
to stay relevant but i
forgot you're heaven sent
i never meant to say this things