mixed signals and unclear intentions
no idea what either of us want
surreal nights you aren't sure are real
secrets you swear you've never told
intensely casual conversations
treatises on dying young and alone
you're somewhere out there away from me
and neither of us can go home

A pictures worth a thousand words
And hell, I ain't no artist
But I'll draw you one anyways

A pictures worth a thousand words
And I never know where to begin
But I'll draw the first line and see where it goes

A picture is worth a thousand words
So I made this
For you

A picture is worth a thousand words
Written in blood
An image of the self

John 3:16
For God so loved the world
That keeps me going
Life can be rough
But He is always there protecting
Those of us who need a little help
Dealing with the evils of day to day existence
Struggling just to get by
In a broken world
Full of cruelty and pain
With no respite
Except His love
Keeping us safe
Never letting us be alone

To heaven we go
With a passion in our hearts
That shall never die

Living after death
The mind and soul enduring
Any and all pain

The pain then becomes
Only the greatest of joys
When we find our peace

Eternal we rest
Finally we are content
Lord please lay me down

sitting outside the bar, chain smoking again
the clock just hit midnight, you've been here since ten
and you only came out, to see some old friends
but it seems they're just nowhere to be found
so you head back inside, settle your tab
make a joke about loneliness, with a maniacal laugh
and you hope and you pray, that things they could change
but you know it's a pipe dream, this life will remain

What?
Oh right, nothing
I am bleeding?
Strange, I don't remember how that started
My heart is broken?
Strange, my mind registers it
But I do not feel it
Self hatred? Oh, yeah, that
I know the concept, and my mind knows it should apply to me right now
But, funny, it doesn't

anger is red
hatred is black
love was white
i hate that you left

everything is a circle
you've played this game for years
twelve, seventeen, twenty-five
it is all the same my dear

it was the kind of winter that sits in your bones
the red house with the yellow door on the corner had too many holes
nobody spoke except to sigh and watch their breath float away
and the markets were bad, and the oil was expensive
the liquor flowed freely even though the bills were unpaid
they just hung over our heads, those silent monsters always present
but sprawled together on that grey couch we were at peace
and even if things weren't great, we made them good

no such thing as a lost cause
you won't always feel this way
a year can turn somebody into a stranger
some things you just can't contorl

this car is almost out of gas
this highway seems endless
this drive is oh so lonely
i liked it better when you were here

king's **** when the prince feels power
depression kills when the soul feels better
ethered my life, i'd take it all back
but you don't wanna hear it
so now i'm sort of trapped
ball of regret, looking back on that night
intoxicated and manic shoulda known i ain't right
but what's done is done, all you can do is live
and hope she forgives you for the times you did sin