Belief in your eyes is not what I see when all I hear is lies....
A familiar taste of hope is watered down by the touch of our skin
It feels so wrong and still makes me shudder when your kiss was a gift
I kept the reciept so I can refund the action for my full emotions
You act like our feelings had a lifetime guarantee...
But look at it closely and you will find Made In Chaos somewhere on the damaged package.
But if you really wanted my consumer report
I'd say the best thing about us is the limited appeal we had on the market

A culture of a lifestyle bred by need maintained by loyalty
Seems so abstract and dilusional in the perception of "normal"
Is the realization the handicap of chemical is perhaps a fairytale
Because everyone wants a happily ever after...
But no one realizes we are happy all the time...
But once upon a time this feeling we
gained from limited choice..
Never held my attention like a story set in the world of make believe
But a swift sorted magical spool or slipper never became reality
So we bit the apple of don't give a **** and became the villain in the story

Sitting in the shell of burden
The sounds of youth blare out of mispent
Time
A simple coincendence I'm at the helm bottle in hand
But a copilot was not in my users manual
So as we check with the tower for clearance on life
The only thing I can thinlk is well an autopilot setting worked before
A honk from a curious stranger means that I am on the radar
Well I guess care and control is a option for authority
But you can't control me and I don't care enough to worry bout it

If it takes six people to carry my coffin....
Than I hope four people have nothing better to do that day...
A chance to be who I once was is not an option anymore...
Like my prayers are all put on hold over the hotline of hope...
All the angels now are tired of my sin...
The halo I once owned is pawned to finance my defiance...
Now i feel like the darkness i invited became a constant companion...
Like a cornered animal I will not be touched....
I can spew the worst parts of life from my body with a voice that refuses to be quiet....
But If i were to paint a picture of my heaven the only color i would need is black....
The words on my tombstone would be simple and clear...
Not loving Father.. Brother or Son....
Not Missed Remembered or Loved....
Simply Liar Addict And Disappointment...
Just a person who had three different names born 1984....
What will be the year after that number...
Gone to soon is like a beautiful way to say never should have been here...
Will I be a thought on anyones mind when im gone???
I hope not I dont want to be anyones burden when I leave....

This is for the imperfect drunk...
The hopeless ******....
I too have been the bottles *****....
Outweighed by a gram....
I seen the world at ground level....
Because shame kept my head heavy like lead...
The world had so many ideas that were spoken in meloncholy tones.....
With so many answers how could i fail.......
As i hurt myself one more time I reached for a band-aid.....
But with tears and pain in my eyes all i got called was failure....
Like a bruised muscle i nursed my broken soul...
And when I realized I no longer wanted superficial assistance....
It was easier on my pride to put down the evil....
Because the lies people fed were spoken taunts....
it may not have a "Why" or a " What"....
But my question is" Why" do you like to judge me when im weak.....
And "What" is the answer that will make you happy...
This is not "What" makes me happy..
"Why" cant you see that??

If he said i was in his image....
He may have been hungover.....
I wish i was at that party....
So a forgotten bro shake was neccessary...
I appeal to the ones whos vision is not clear....
So as we share a bifocal to see the reality.....
like Corey Hart i will wear my sunglasses at night....
And laugh like Wierd Al at the parody of your opinion....
I guess deep inside I refect the side of me no one want to see....
But i guess im in luck I never wanted your appealed acceptance....