if you want to face the darkness
come up to where i am and meet it
i'm done hearing you talk of my darkness
as if you've really seen it

still got me
tongue tying me
me lying to me

i'm walking a tightrope

it started as a beam
until i realized i no longer dream
there are no more bursts
there are no more flames
there's a shakiness in my voice
but it still sounds the same

i wonder some days if you'll come back

i know most days you never will

hate me for reasons you think are funny
i've hated me for reasons you wouldn't think to smirk at
try again and look within
i'm not the enemy
what's got you goin'
zoom out from zooming in on me
i'll forget your name in a day
forget mine and repair your tooth decay
of biting on your words
that aren't meant to be digested
but spit out and tested
your mind needs a new grip
your mind needs a good trip
back off and out
or lay back and pout
i'm not going anywhere

will you be a victim?
or a victor?
i won't look into the faces that lie of their darkness
i won't look into the faces that lie about my own
you know more than just the things that hurt
you know less than what hurts me
who are you to say a **** thing
about what decays inside of me?
you can't
because you'll never be there
and i'll never let you in

lying to yourself
isn't forgiving yourself
take time to tell the truth
take time to feel your youth
corner darkness in the open
put truth in all corners to soak in

i am a pro
at not being able to know
what “too much information” is

when it's mid-beat
i'll make your mind take a seat

i'm artist turned narcisstic
so what i've got to say
i think it's gonna make you wonder the same
i usually think it's gonna save your day

but what is too much information
and why do i have to measure it for you
why do you want all of my information handed over to you
and in which format this information is measured,
i haven't got a single clue.
when the digital screen reads "uncomfortable"?
when the red arrow reaches "too"?

too much information is a concept i may not know,
but i know what i don't want to give you.
my time isn't measured like your information
gotta wonder why my time being observed on your time too

so, yeah, i've got information.
but not a single dose for you
i've got heart and i've got time

i can never have too much
because i don't have enough
all while never knowing
who even gives a ****

you wanna hear me complain ?
doubt it
i don't want to hear you
i get it
i'm vain
what else do you want me to say
i don't have fancy word play
but i still have things to say
and ideas to marinate in your brain

meet me half-way

posting something isn't professing something yet we treat it like they're all just short confessionals
not everything is so vague, sometimes things are exactly what they seem
meaning nothing
so chill out