They keep sending these transient friendships,
And it seems like I can’t get a single grip,
And the hollow words, they tell me,
Make me see how empty they are with me.

We’ve been paralyzed by concrete feelings,
by faces we barely recognize.
Its amazing what people will do,
Just so they can be contemplated by you.

Sirens filled the air,
The water still dripping from my hair,
All I heard were lies, deceit and tears,
The summary of all your fears.

It’s always the same every morning,
I guess you get used to playing musical beds,
I’ve become a monster I’ve never met,
Someone I seriously forgot to pet.
You can call yourself a monster, But the truth is,
That underneath this grin,
We're all beasts with thick skin.

I don't know what to chase anymore,
Where to point the sails ashore,
It seems like every time I care too much,
We fall apart.

It looks like I'm chasing my favorite phantoms in the dark,
For you I fell so hard,
Like a pulmonary artery in the heart,
Blindly beating for a counterpart.

I’m going to knock out,
I’m sorry just really was held up on alarms,
Sirens and torments fill this fragile state of mind.
Which keeps us awake, makes us aware, and keeps us adored,
Even if you lose it tonight,
The next morning it won't be filled by awkward half-hearted byes.

I don't know what to chase anymore,
Where to point the sails ashore,
It seems like every time I care too much,
Things fall apart.

I remember when we were just kids,
My mom used to say something wise,
It’s not the clothes that make you a man,
But what he says and shares with the world.

I remember when they used to surprise me,
By playing peek-a-boo and counting to three,
They can’t scare us anymore on Halloween,
We don’t say trick or treat, or dress up for candy.

I guess this is growing up, this is moving on,
These are the memories you’ll have when you’re twenty-one.

I remember elementary, when I had my first surgery,
They wrote me letters and get well cards,
But I never got to see or read a single word,
Because the teacher had spilled coffee all over their work.

Middle school, spelled the end of innocence,
And for the people that knew me then, my common sense,
It’s then that I learned that you shouldn’t play with hearts,
Or put together certain body parts.

I guess this is growing up, this is moving on,
These are the memories you’ll have when you’re thirty-one,
This has to be the most disturbing scene,
The worst display of life when you’re thirteen.

High school remembers me; I told one liners and tasted spirits,
This is where I pushed my limits and lives changed in minutes,
I’ve never forgotten the night I heard a silent heart,
Friends have a way of going out in style and parting.

This is me growing up; I guess this is life,
These are the memories you’ll have with a wife,
This has to be the most surprising scene,
To see your life through at nineteen.

It only takes one try,
That one time,
And once you’re hooked,
You can't stop, won't stop,
It's never enough.

You can try all you like,
But you can't stop yourself,
You think about it all the time,
At some point you lose yourself.

The fix for that ecstasy,
The collective unconscious fantasy,
Maybe it's an old primal disease,
This is the Collective Consensus Reality.

It takes one time,
Your first try,
You’re hooked from the first line,
You slip in with a second lie,
A new feature in your life.

I am the vessel of my ship,
I am to wrestle a little twit.
Will you help me find my virginity?
I think I've lost it somewhere,
Or someone borrowed it.

I am a farmer of black beans,
I am the Tarmac at the airport,
Will you join me for coffee?
I think I'm seeding the soil,
I found purchase in this toil.

I hate traffic and sputnik,
I love triptychs and music,
Is it you, me and everyone we know?
I guess we can play monopoly,
Just lay down your weapons, I'm fun you see.

Of course you can trust me,
I'm not a wet black bean,
Can I sing the national anthem?
I speak ****** and some other lingo,
I read French and women undress.

On second thought I'll be a stallion,
And yes I'm part French-Italian.
How far does it go?
I'll tell you what, do you know the muffin man?
The one that lives on Drury Lane?
If you do open up, let Thomas the train do his run.
A hippopotamus would laugh at this,
These lines said with such a clever lisp.
It'd have to be high as a koala bear,
Eating eucalyptus leafs at the fair.

I couldn't be more assured of this,
I wouldn't be reimbursed to read miss.
Doesn't it hurt? Aren't you choking yourself?
No me feel no pain,
Cookies are like nova cane.

Last but not least,
It feels better than summer heat,
The question everyone is a critic for,
Are you happy?
If Lois Lane was a *****,
Cookie Monster a compulsive eater.
Then of course I'm sure.

Some can find it without a map,
Others not even smoke signals can help,
Some have lost their way and never came back,
Others have stayed in that place,
Wishing to live in that wishful thinking.

It brings an old familiar smell,
Although it never gets old,
It's like white noise,
A different face everyday.
They get lost in the translation,
Between silence and sound.

Some won't notice the personal hall of fame's they enter,
Others are moved to do the same,
Some don't notice the crowds they create,
Others want to replicate that consensus.

It makes you feel jitters,
Things you've never felt before,
It fills you with euphoria,
A different one each time,
That's why I like it,
It's the consequence of sound.

Today I met a man who didn't like surprises,
I met a women who didn't like consistency.
I saw a friend that undervalued himself.
Another that sold herself.

I've done pills before,
shared bottles and beds too,
I think it's called damage control,
Or a colorful past on my wall,
You can hear it, feel it with every step I take,
A concert of every foot fall and shake.

You can even hear the child's heart beating,
At least I think it's still alive.
You can hear the surprising rhythm it carries,
Not a single beat of consistency.
Its kind of like you,
You are ineffable, not un-f'-able.

It must be buried under the skin,
what makes your body tremble.
What makes your taste consistent,
just here for me to use.

You came on bended broken knees,
spread on top of a rustled bed.
You left with empty breaths,
blushing sweat, and blends of regret.

Your smile speaks so well of you,
but your dignity hides it under covers.
With a twinkle in your eye,
and a flicker of your smile.
Gave me battered pleas,
just to have you pleased.

Crude interpretation of sounds and breaths,
Legs loose with a rug dress.
Working record rhythms of nervous lips,
heavy syllables swaying off those hips.

Your hands and wrists like chords,
pressed around my skull and neck,
mangling hair and skin with defect.
And that?
That is the steadfast scar I have,
from loving you.
Although love doesn't pass through here anymore.