speak to me in chords
in sighs and silly glances
in pages of thought
in deeply loved romances.

speak to me with love. with ever tiring desire.
speak to me of god, of something so much higher.

the sands of time begin to chime as they fall on through the looking glass.
My love for you has ever grown as your love for me so lasts.
I hold you dear so close to my heart, just like my cigarettes
I hold you dear so close to my heart just like paper images.

i can feel the crazy start to rise.
in between my eyes and thighs.
That one thought, that one idea
yesterday sounded crazy
but today seems so real.
Paranoid is how i feel.
They changed my street lamps last  month
and I can notice a change.
Like the atoms of my neighbor hood
have been rearranged.
And did i mention the repetition of faces
on different bodies.
I'm beginning to think ******* with me is someones hobby.
like one day I'll wake up in a hospital and be rolled out to the lobby
and I've been asleep the whole time trapped in a dream.
cause nothing seems to real.

Your fingers sweet and tented red
you smell of trees and grass
you cherry picker picked  my heart
could love like this so last.

You skin burnt son, You hard hard day
You rest your cherry picking way.
You skin burnt son, You day is done
Rest you may rest you may
Rest your cherry picking way.

You pick your cherries from the tree
live this life like eternally
You cherry picking,  have picked me
live this life like eternity

You skin burnt son oh you wake me up
oh you make me up
oh you make such fun


You skin burnt sun of eternity
turn you cherry picking to me.



oh you skin burnt sun
oh you make such fun
oh you skin burn son
you make me up oh you make me one.

You  make me one

Movement is dead
She's been laying there for a while
Its all in her head
intervention would be futile.
These days i find myself deaf
in moments of listening
I try to collect what is left
But I'm sure theirs something missing.
She's tired, gone to take a nap,
And even if she never comes
I'll hold down the mind until she gets back .

I feel so insecure,
yet I
feel so self assured
and I
Want you to hear me,
but I
never say a word
and I'm
so ******* bored
of being a wall flower
that I
think its absurd
but I
Wanna Take Just a Little Bit of Power

Give me anything, I want to feel a rush
and Tell me anything, I want to feel you push
for just a little self control
like maybe things aren't always,
So predictable.

Like maybe you don't know me...
And probably, could show me
Just a few new things about you.
Like I dont know you
Cause I know there's something
that you never want to give
and I want to have it cause
Its the only thing that makes me live....
I need some sense of connection, I need some type of confection
some simmered down potent batch
some hate from you and love to match
some night in bed we wont forget
Some song in your head you just can't get..

And we both,
oh we both need it so bad
yes we both
will go to sleep so sad
if the lights stop,
if the nights stop,
we just can't take it
if  the nightmares stop.
give me some sense of addiction

Sudden movement scares me,
But I will breathe smoke until my brain hurts.
Until my eyes strain to focus and the inscent
completely fills the room and my lungs.

Don't ever lean toward my front door because
I will feel you leaving
and I will lose all common since
all maturity.

Tongued tied I sometimes lie
for the satisfaction of speaking
when i know not what to say
and I am working on this habit
trying to learn a new way
but if you get me in this moment
and you try to tear me down
my ego will be fighting
you will have to shove me in the ground.

Because some things keep me going
and some keep me alive
and some things keep on growing
and some they will die
but I can tell you something
God did get it right
cause everything I need
is found right in my mind.

I ******* hate drugs... And I ******* hate pain.
I hate than any one ever has to deal with feeling insane.
I hate that any one ever knew what it was like to be high.
I hate that so many people are way to young when they die.
I hate that people fall inlove with broken souls
I hate that people drag others into their holes.
I hate that No one really has enough time
I hate that all some people have is that last line.
I hate suffering, I hate death, I hate unfairness.

I am so ******* mad and I am so ******* hurt.

Why do beautiful young people have to over dose.
Or get hit by a car. Anyeurism or bleed out in the bath tub.

Shot Gun to the mouth. Why, why, why, why....

Its killing me, just knowing that so many people are suffering.
SO many people have been changed have been forced into a death cycle.

I want to save them all I wish I could.

I am so mad. That i can't.

I want to save you and love you and hold you. and stop you from killing yourselves.