My room’s a disaster, and I am positive it is a reflection of the current state of my life.
But, I mean, what do I know?
My life is nothing short of scawompus.
And by golly, let the wild rumpus begin, I shout- to the heavens- instead of taking the time to clean a few things up. Instead I linger, just oh, so fed up.
What do I know?
I know for certain I am not the only one who would rather relinquish their life story to a stranger at coffee house than to their best pal on occasion. Truthfully, that’s probably a factor in humanity’s perpetually loneliness, makes me question the reality of godliness,
But that’s another talk for another day.
I know, oh boy, I know we’re all just lonely ******,
and darlin’ ain’t nobody's life more glamorous than yours,
just step out of your head for a moment.
Because it truly is gorgeous out here, there is every reason to fear, but also every reason to simply say **** it, and lie back and enjoy the view.
But what do I know?
I know it seems askew, but the beauty lies in the few who learn to appreciate the new.
Oh, what do I know?
Oh yes, I know I am **** crazy, and **** weird. I know this because I am reminded daily by my family, friends, and coworkers, but I am also **** happy for how depressed I am.
But then again, what do I know?
Let’s be honest,
I wear my whole life on my sleeve and still, nobody ******* knows me.
And I think I’m badass. Skanking at ska shows, waking with "oh no"s, what am I doing here?
In a strangers house after a night of fun and honest to god I am still bummed.
For whatever reason, whatever I may conjure up, and I am left here feeling like i’m still floating up,
Up, up I am drifting
I am a drifter
And I still don’t know what it feels like to feel
I am a ****** to life in so many senses
My senses are unfulfilled,
But I am scared senseless of what my future holds.
And what THE HELL do I know?
I am undeniably bewildered,
Nevertheless, aren’t we all?
In that, who really KNOWS anything these days…

I tried to hold her close,
I tried (but mostly I wanted) to be the only human walking on Earth that she would allow to comfort her.
But she didn't want my shoulder,
She didn't want my eyes to meet the hurt in hers,
She didn't want any of it so she pushed me away.
I waited in my truck,
I waited there at 2:45 in the morning in front of her house looking at the stars,
Just waiting.
I kept looking back a her front door hoping she'd be there looking at me,
Looking at her.
But she wasn't.
Soon it was 4:05 in the morning and I starred up at her window,
Her room lights were finally shut off and her pillow was probably drowning in the many tears she had wept tonight.
She laid back to get some rest without any warning,
Not even the removal of her curtain and her glance down on me indicating that she was going to sleep.
Nothing.
But yet here I was,
4:15 in the morning,
Parked in front of Jane's house,
Waiting for her to open the door.

Basically she said 'I don't need you'
With out moving her lips
I read it from the signs
The signs they led me to the conclusion
That I may not even need you
You're my best friend
And we live such lonely lives
The necessity of ones comfort isn't required in everyday life
So my emotions begin to pack and leave my being
Because I'm done being used
Because I let you
And I still let you but I no longer poses those emotions to show you that I want you
And I know you know
Doubt never entered your mind when it came to my feelings for you
I surpassed the limit of my patience
My anger is settled and my temper has faded
Let alone my soul thats the one thing you can never change
Nor love nor lust
I believe in a higher trust
I hold grieve deep in my heart
Keep digging girl you're getting deeper
Sadly you only scratched the surface
God has put us on this world with purpose
Don't shame it, fulfill it

Still waiting for the tomorrow that promised to be better

i am the ocean
you the sky
with every wave and
every horizon
*we meet