is it bad i don't
remember your name
is it sad that i never felt the same
about you

oh you know it's true

please don't
act like you know me
you don't own me
you're just lonely

somewhere
out there
is where
i'll be
it's where
i'm free
to be me

somewhere
out there
is where you'll see
this is not a dream
is that what you need?

i'm not
going to tell you sorry
when nothing compares

and i don't care

we were at the beach

i had dreams
about my
teeth

they were

on the floor,
and on the sand
with a trail
of blood

and open
hands

i wanted to go
back and tell
you how much
it all meant to me

each tooth
and memory

fell from my mouth


it's going to be hard
now that you're not around

be more narrow:

smaller, tighter
"little-er"
more sinister.
be less abrasive,
more persuasive
quiet and

reserved for
vacancy of the
"less than".

the less than
the rest
that posses
a small amount
of acceptance

these vancant spaces
are open
just for you

somewhere out there -
i found myself

swimming with sin
with the flowerbeds
with all my friends -
with no one

somewhere out there -
i found myself

between the lines
you speak,
there is little sympathy
and i just
tell myself
i will not let
this life define
me

there is better weather
somewhere else

put the flowers on the shelf

tell me you're sorry
and love no one else

tell me you're sorry
and love no one else

touch my neck
and i start to melt
but you don't ever
tell me how you really felt

you are so much more convincing
when you are just being
yourself