I thought
that my light
stopped you from wanting to bleed
But maybe
all along
I was scorching your mind with the heat
I thought
that by now
I could fix all the pieces I broke
But maybe
hearts don't fix
And the shards are now slitting your throat

And you know what's funny?

After men in shining armor blew past me
leaving nothing but a lesson to be learned
you'd think my selfish eyes would perhaps see
that my light does not shine
it burns

I wish that I
Could take your hands from off your eyes and help you find
the sun
I'll try
to open up the drapes and let the light in
on a face that's since been shadowed by a dark and gloomy past
and a mind that has a tendency to shatter like glass
Maybe you and I
could find some peace someplace with open windows
when I come undone I try to find the sun
So tonight
I think you need some light
Let me find some light

You slipped into my head last night
Made yourself at home
While dreaming me, with all her might,
wished to be alone

It seems no matter what I do
to keep you from my mind
You somehow manage to slip through
and make a mess each time

I lost the war and still I fight
I wish that it would end
For in each dream, and every night,
you break my heart again

Once you've lived in a world full of darkness and pain
where the only sunshine that you feel is the rain
where your heart stops at least seventeen time a day
and you're forced by your own tongue to lie, "I'm okay"

where you've buried your hate in the holes in your heart
where you wake from a bad dream and can't tell them apart
where a hug from a friends feels like ice on your skin,

It's nice to find people who've been where you've been

I might as well be yelling, shouting, screaming at the rate this is going
Cursing the very ground you walk on
I could hand you my heart in a velvet box
and you would look at it as you would a keychain from Las Vegas

I might as well be laughing
Is there any more to do in such a situation?
Shoving your head against a wall will make you feel something, but the wall isn't going to budge

I might as well be sleeping, or trying
It would be so much more productive than lying here,
surrounded by all these bags of unanswered questions and imaginary conversations

In fact
I might as well be silent
Because no matter how heavy my restrained love may get to carry, or how paper thin my walls become around you,
no matter how desperately I hold your gaze or how genuinely you caress me in my dreams
You still refuse to take a fair risk
or give a fair chance

Lightning always strikes at least twice, in case you heard it wrong
And I've sewn patches everywhere, from lightning that has stayed too long but

I don't feel a thing
Wandering through these dirtied up places
If you only knew
Walking past these black and white faces

Thought that I saw a glimpse of blue but lost it in the crowd
So I am left alone again with patches sewn all over and now

I don't feel a thing
Wandering through these dirtied up places
Not much I can do
Walking past these black and white faces

Maybe we could grab a drink or two and talk about the world
Maybe you're the color blue that I've been searching for

I won't feel a thing
If I stay in these dirtied up places
Can you see it too?
Walking past these black and white faces
Colorless faces
Meaningless faces
Black and white faces