There's no place like home
Wrapped in his arm is home
It feels safe & the world gets quiet for a little
The only perfect I know is his lips on mine
He is my home

I will walk
And you will follow
Don’t be held back
By your sorrow
Breathe in the future
And breathe out the past
We’ll soon pick up the pace
And then we’ll run fast

The words slip out your mouth
Like the smoke of a cig
Warm like a house
Smoke hallow and big

All the toxins stay in you
While your lies show me
What you really do
And the monster you’ll be

Words need oxygen
Something you lack
Saying it without confidence
As you start to attack

“smoke isn't good”
They teach
“Sometimes I thought it was and that I could”
But, you should practice what you preach

Sometimes I miss you,
and then I realize...

There was never room in your heart for me, anyways.

I wanted to puke my heart out to you
And I wanted to stop daydreaming about you
But now you're just a significant part of the past -
A past that I am so willing to forget.
Now all I want is to set fire to the memories
And lock the remains in the basement of my thoughts.
I used to believe that you were my world,
The controller of everything that involved me,
But you disappeared
And I can't say the same anymore.
You left with no trace,
No  tracks to follow you back home;
Not even a goodbye.
Forced to clean up the mess you left behind,
I was able to wipe the remnants of my tears
With the remains of the memories
But they're gone now, too

Its funny how the past reminds us of what’s to come.
And its strange how one look into her eyes and the feelings that plagued my bones come rushing back.
The same feelings I drained bottle after bottle to escape, pleading with fate to look the other way as I refused to enter the door it moved heaven and earth to open.
All the time spent in silent pursuit comes flooding back.
The hours when sleep abandoned me for fear I’d go on dreaming.
For a moment, just a moment, I close my eyes, and I remembered what it felt like to make you laugh.
Followed closely by that sinking feeling, the one that fooled me into believing we were meant to be.
In that moment I realised time hadn’t healed anything; it only led me to believe I’d left well enough alone.
Beneath the defence of “I’ve moved on” lay a boy still frightened at the thought of trusting his heart.
Just know it’s not that I never love you my dear; it was I was too scared, Too scared to tell you how I felt and just how much I cared.

We came across the waves to change the future.
We built houses with the corpses of dead forests.
We built nations with the corpses of people
whose skin didn't reflect the sun as brightly as ours.
That was a sign from god. He gave us the land
and told us to make it ours, to bring fear to the soil,
so we could offer the bounty up to the sky and call his name.
Our hands were made of metal. Our minds were full of gears.
Our steeples pierced the sky with golden crosses,
to strike at the belly of the lord and let him know
we could command his love if we needed to.
Only the weak beg for what should already be theirs.
Now our hearts are filled with the pride of being chosen,
because we decided to exalt ourselves and swear
that the voice of heaven spills from our own lips.
We put god inside of us so we could do whatever we want.