If you tip me I may fall.
Who knows? Last time I didn't.
I just drove away .
I laughed and drove to LA.

With my sunglasses on
it was easy, to hide myself from everyone
To please anyone but me.
I'm a model now and I'm okay.

You won't catch me in magazines,
But you will see me on display.
I wear the latest trend:
"Completely emotionless."
With a hint of black and a touch of grey.

There would be more love songs, if only they weren't caught up in hate. Kids leave their futures in bathroom stalls along with the food they last ate. There's no vision here, I watched the stars disappear, behind black clouds created by rejection and fear. Another pill to swallow, not the one the mother forgot to take as she accidently starts a family, no ring, no party, no cake. But the unsubscribed medicine that were all forced to take. You know the one, they claim to take for fun, it's the dose of culture that leaves them burnt out like a post-apocalyptic sun. It's written on the faces of the children, the parents might as well be the ones who **** them. Hold their heads down in the tub, feed them painkillers til they have no feeling, help hang the noose from the fan on the ceiling. Because they're not shown how to love, how to give a hug, but boys are taught to shove their feelings under the rug. And girls to wear as little as possible. not how to be a bride , but man's biggest obstacle. It's a tainted  generation, a flaw of the world we live in. The youth of today is captured by the beauty of their ugly sin. Damaged by pain held within, crushed by the weight of anger, trying to lead themselves when what they really need is Him. Him who made all that is good, but is so commonly misunderstood. Who's name made it to the back of money but still doesn't get the attention that he should. It's quite the sickening process, to watch a people  degress, to come to terms that my generation is becoming less and less. Culture teaches it's okay to act like a boligerant fool, as long as you don't mention the name Jesus Christ in a public school. But fathers wonder why their baby girls dance on poles while howling men drool and they can't pry their children from a bar stool. Is this how it's planned to be? Always trust the president, keep watching the idiots on MTV? Until the world passes by and the
sun burns out from the sky? I wont stand by, I'll freely speak my heart and my mind. Because I truly believe in change even in these times.

I watched that flag blow in the wind,
Wrinkled like ripples in a pond
Like the people of its land, it had been through hell
And I just sat there watching it in the summer breeze
While some men fought for what it means
Halfway down its silver pole
There’s always a tragedy
Like the King of Nazareth, humiliated
Like a forgotten child, left out in the cold
All full of pain, no one takes him in when it rains

The floorboards creek, rain beats on
the windows and you still smile
I can't see my hand
in front of my face
the other's locked in yours

Lying right here, no doubt I would
I'd prescribe this to the weak
Laughter at night
coffee in the morning
Oh what a rich bestowal

But how do you fall for a skeleton
tell me what's there to catch you
We're in the sheets
but I'm breaking apart
You can call it love if you're handy

Because my frame you'll have to rebuild
My eyes you'll have to open
My skin you'll have to sew
because I'm not the man you think

I was dragged here against my will,
Though these places aren't foreign to me.
The same hollow men with blazers on.
Women in dresses stare at the clock.
This is truly the worst.


Great, one's glaring at me.
Come on, I said "clock." I'm minding my own
"Aren't  you going to get me a drink?" she asks.
Was that a question or just a command?
I don't really understand women.


"I think you have the wrong man," I say.
See, I'm trying my hardest to leave alone.
She leans forward, begins to impose.
"What are you, gay?"
Arrogant's not my type.
What do you want me to say?

I watch her hand go for the glass.
She's not aware I've played this game
Too many times before.
So I catch her wrist and turn it back,
and water spills all over her.

A crowd of men pick me up.
The most glorious of strikes to the face
Sending me back to where I belong,
My comfortable couch I ride alone.
If that's the world, I'll just stay home.

Today I picked up water,
I picked it up with my hands.
Today the birds sang to me.
They sang my favorite songs.
Today I heard a voice,
But it wasn't really there.
Today I touched the flames
Of a fire in my chest.

By tonight, the water will freeze
And I'll be trapped in ice.
The wind will carry the voices
Of all those beautiful birds
To somewhere nearby,
Where men write admirable books.
Books that I would write,
If only I were inspired.

Tomorrow, the ice will thaw
And I'll be warm again.
I'll put my clothes back on
And leave this place forever.
I'll never be a quitter,
But I can see that I've been swayed.
Skies aren't blue forever,
What's floating now, is sinking later.

I suppose I'll put this on paper.

We can't hide, no not here.
Emotions got the best of us.
We are exposed.
I'm scratching at the walls.

My grip around your wrist
Is letting up again and I
Can't stop wheezing
I promise you're not the reason.

This house is empty now.
I'm breaking all the furniture.
Hollow hallways.
The lights are always off here.

A handsome dog and a picket fence.
A post goes through my eye again.
Left  me with a swollen brain.

If you don't want to talk,
just say you forgot.

You built a shelf you never put me on.
What's a boy supposed to do?
I slept under the bed, did you even know?

If you don't want to talk,
just say you forgot.

You said "okay" for the hundredth time.
And that was just today.
I put my ear to the floor

If you don't want to talk,
just say you forgot.