The red colour of valentine
The saint was caught up with a fine
For driving too fast to save me
From my inevitable death
And we'll have a blue room
Cover it, in a fish bowl
"Would you like to eat something?"
I must turn on the radio before
The bowl fills up with Lead as the saint wished it to be

When you were here someday
I used to wake up in your arms
Everyday, every time I cried
You were just like this perfect description
Of the angel we create
And I don't belong here
I belong with you and everything you touched
Is hurting so bad, I might remove it off
I'm panicking, god save me I'm panicking
But something tells me you are still
Lurking like an angel
Just like an angel

It's like your sitting beneath the ocean
Trying to aim high at the sky
But your tiny bed feels like a graveyard
When you're surrounded by erasers
All blunt from erasing the truth and sharpening your sorrow laden hollow
Please ignore the fighting, and put on your headphones
Drown in the recoil of your existence
Do you mind the talking or is it everything?
That chokes you into anger
Please sound the alarms, wasted on deficit
Does it help to be wasted under the velvet day
Are you looking for a new place to begin?
You start by getting up from your bed

An empty hallway is

I drew a face of a late night
On the back of a raindrop, waved it goodbye
It'll be back before breakfast, wearing something elixir, in heartbreak
Soothing some hymns about the rivers, she has been through
Standing here, caressesing the mild wind to show them way
Standing here, it has to dread the death, the rust
It has to feed the rain, while coming back before breakfast
And before long it's dark, another day wasted in self inspection
And planning before comes the junction of conduction and the train to my show
A stunning resolution
I drew a face of my heart
On the back of skipping stones heavier than the moon

Today, it's the sunrise o'er the tallest building
I lied about the doctors appointment I never had
And my dad ******* it up
I was caught with a knife and Julius was on the floor
Wasted in self neglect, maybe she should work more
And I was caught by the sunset by the cops
They wore clown uniforms with a centripetal appeal
Then I heard the sounds from my side
It was a thunder struck, or a ******* blow to my consciousness

Could you fathom the grounds beneath shrieking city?
Or the regret behind the spoken promises over nights of insomnia
I'll trade my conjuring comfort for some clarity
I must agree, it's unique
Being the powerless protagonist in your own story