“I don’t normally do this,” you said.
“You know, I’m a Christian.”
Oh, thank goodness.
I was worried I’d just drunkenly ******
a heathen.

surely I must realize
this is all about deceit
the buildings fall, I've seen it all
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the shadows from our future
fall on the gentle and the meek
the buildings fall, we've seen it all
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surely you must realize
this will all lead to defeat
the buildings fall, you've seen it all
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its all been read and seen and heard
there is no one left to meet
the buildings fall, I've seen it all
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I did not meet Death at his door,
But greeted Him in a dream.
I was told He was disappointed,
As He so longed to see me.
I failed at something simple:
To fall asleep forever;
But then I woke up next to you
And you didn't.

dancing down those streets wearing the badge of nothing
no one knows us
they won't know us
nothing matters but
the things we chase
wake up
breakfast
daily activities where you have a name
break

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out into the open where i no longer matter
walk those streets with pride and shame at the same time
chasing, chasing

I am warm my hands are
flowing to the rhythm

Sometimes my feet can't stay
on the ground I begin
to float in the air and there
is a high pitched ringing
and everything turns orange
and pink and I
am held BY ALL of the
many vectors that intertwine
this chair with those trees

But I am okay I just
need to touch the ground
so I can sit down
and read my book

HOW GLORIOUS IS IT THAT
WE WITH OUR MERE ANCHORS FOR BODIES
CAN EXPERIENCE SHORT BATTLES OF TIME THAT LIFT US FROM WHERE WE ARE
TURN ON THE LIGHTS.
YOU KNOW, WHEN SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING
AND THEIR EYES LIGHT UP AND
YOU JUST DEEPLY WANT TO PAINT WITH THE COLOR OF THEIR VOICE.
BECAUSE YOU COULD ALWAYS DIG THAT PAINTING OUT OF THE ATTIC
AND STARE INTO THE COLORAND REMEMBER,
EVEN FOR A SECOND,
YOU CAN CLIMB ONCE AGAIN TO THE PEAK OF THAT MOMENT AND REST UPON IT.
YOU CAN SIT AT THE TOP AND SEE FOR MILES,
THE FEELINGS, THE SMELLS, THE BEFORES AND AFTERS OF RIGHT THEN

the number of  times
i regret being myself
are outnumbered by
the times i regret being somebody else
the times i regret trying to be better
the times i regret trying to be different
the boys i regret
the cigarettes i've smoked with people i hate
the times i fell just short of getting laid
(cos girls need that too, you know)
the times i've been walked in on
the times i put my shirt on backwards
but i still pretend
and every night after every beer
i am somebody new
somebody different
somebody better

only the soles of my
feet are still here
the rest of me is up in the air
and if I jump
I disconnect
then I'm somewhere else
just the ***** of my feet
and the tips of my toes
hold me here against the tide
that goes
around and through me and
past my home
in me and over me
as I stay sunk like a stone
toes curl and carpet cling
to wood
while I jump, disconnect,
and land back where I stood

I STARE IN THE MIRROR
EVERY DAY AND LOOK AT
WHAT I COULD'VE BECOME.
I STARE AT WHAT PEOPLE CALL SCARS
BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE
THAT I'M JUST UGLY.
I'VE CAUGHT SOBS AND SCREAMS
IN A TRAP IN MY THROAT
THAT EVERYONE MISTAKES FOR A NAME.
LOVER AFTER LOVER AFTER LOVER
RUNS A HAND WHERE MY HEART NEVER WAS
AND ASKS, "WHO WAS SHE?"

ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵘʳˢᵘᵉᵈˑ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ˢᵗᵒᶰᵉ˒ ʰᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵈᵒˑ
ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵇᶤᵉˢ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵒʷᶰˑ
ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ʷᵃˢᵖˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈˑ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵒᶰᵉˑ
ᶤ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗˑ ᶤ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢˑ
ʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗˑ
ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗʳʸˑ ᶰᵒ˒ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶰᵍʳʸ˒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶤ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰˑ
ᶤᵗ ᶤˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᶤˢᵉˑ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢˑ

blackout city
population you and i
everyone is welcome but not remembered
have a nice stay