How can my trust be so far buried in you
You don't even see it
The darkness can only shadow your sins for so long
And  you will turn to something much lighter
Like ****** knuckles
And swollen fists
But when the whole wall is torn down
You can only ****** yourself at the corner of your psyche
And at that point, when all the innocent mentality is destroyed
You will rest peacefully

We                    Made                   It                    To                    
                    ­                                                                 ­                               *Almost

Nervous?
No.
       Okay, maybe a little
I'm so nervous
Voices crescendo in my ear
Audible to the fishlike audience
But all that matters is the people around me
We're all a pack of wolves
Out for one thing
*victory

How am I supposed to find pride
In the shiny waxy figurines sold in gift shops
The cold marble
Reflects a clear prosthetic feel
And you laugh
*what pride? Where?"
I'm in the nations Capitol
But they're the ones
Faking the accompaniment

Who the hell am I kidding?!
Why you
Just look at yourself
I can't even take it
I held the leash for too long
And honey,
Your in the doghouse
While I'm in the kitchen
Pondering faded memories
Nothing more than dust
Only seen in a ray of sunlight
I totally just forgot I had a dog

You caught me
Falling
From the end of my first love
And sure, I guess
You were sweet
But you never can compare
To sparkling eyes
And the warmest of hearts
really
Nothing personal
We didn't have it
I blame all of my embarrassment
To the "one too many"
We both had at your party
You stroked my hair
And kissed my cheek
You stripped me down
To truth and bones
I new it *** happening
And I hated myself for it
Because
I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU
We fell gently onto your bed
Engulfed in waves if cotton sheets
And I kept thinking the entire time
*you'll never be him

This crazy old man rambled verses of the bible in the middle of central park
No one cared to listen
He was just a crazy old man
Thin, malnourished, his wrinkles deeply embedded in his paper skin
Gave him the illusion of being wise
Though he had no idea of what he ranted on
The poetic flow of his words caught my ear
And pulled me in
"Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."
I pondered a while pacing through the park trails for the meaning of all of this
Night had fallen when i came across the old man again
Cozied up under a newspaper on the bench
His bible was placed under his head
And in  my ear
When i realized I had lost all things
I had lost *you