the soothing sensation
all feelings, erased
all the people in my thoughts
defaced and replaced
by an emptiness so bold
it's solid in shape
I am lost to its liquid embrace

it brings me to a quieter, simpler place

and I lust for its soul-numbing taste.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
A mind can bring you to new heights
A mind can show you the right way
A mind can be creative, and interesting

A mind can be evil, filled with sour thoughts
A mind can imagine destruction, and revel in it
A mind can bring the world to an end
A mind can ****

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

I think I hate myself more than you could ever love me

What are you searching for at the bottom of that bottle?
Any message to be found, I'm sure you swallowed long ago.
I lose sight of you with every shot glass emptied.

-watch as you grasp at the shadows of the charisma upon which you rely.

You commit to the role of comedian perfectly; ironic
Your wit dulled along with your senses.

- like a court jester with no head to lose.

But someone like you should never play the fool.
"I love you's" mean less when tainted with tastes of whiskey.

And I just want you to want me like I'm that last drop...

I'm not asking you to let me be your sobriety.
I understand dependency...
I know I complicate recovery...

with my red wines and reminiscing.

- and I just want to clear your head like coffee beans...

You tell me I'm intoxicating
- and I don't know how to tell you I don't want to be just another drug.

An acid trip and the sink still drips
I found cover of night
after nightingales left my
shifting sight
but I've got little to say
that you haven't heard and I
miss the soil between
my toes when the heat
burns my sunlit cheeks
the sink still drips and my dreams
don't stand a chance
against the sound of wasted
water in the night
I'm longing to make a change
when I realize I already
have but all the
same I'd like to make it
again if it would
mend the memory of
nightingale wings pushing on
through the snow
soaked skies and still
the sink drips on and I'm
left reminding myself
the roots beneath
me have changed but one
day soon I'll have to
scream to call it all back to me
any other day
I'd disagree but just now
I think an acid trip
will be about as mundane
as the drip of the sink
if I can't manage to let it last
to let it change
the ways I choose to see
this old frame
desperately fighting against
every warped
memory I've made
and every sheltering night that
made me.

I hope this brings you happiness
Which you so dearly seek
I'm sorry I couldn't bring it to you
Please understand, I am meek
See I believe in a thing called love
And that's what makes me weak
I believe in its power over me
Something not to throw away, but to tweak

I hope in the end you're happy
Because you deserve to be
I want you to know I won't be there
When your life is a small raft on a sea
I want you to know
How much you've really hurt me

It's not the letters that bother me
It's the way they are worn
It's not the ignoring me that bothers me
It's why
It's not the cheating that bothers me
It's you doing it
It's not our arguments that bother me
It's the way we argue
It's not the necklace that bothers me
It's what it represents
It's not your life that bothers me
It's just the way you live it.