i keep you close.
i keep you.

i may be tall
and my head may face the sky.
i am but near.
i cannot stray.

i have not felt this magnitude of tempt in so long,
i know you're there,
waiting to chew me up and spit me out.
trust me, i will let you.

time has digest the worse of my memories,
and i am arrogant again.
i have not learned.
i have not grown.
i am not many things i set out to be.

it is all overwhelming,
more than i imagined it to be.

and there you are....near,
you are the cookie destroyer,
crumbling me down to bits,
as well as the oven,
that accomodates the fresh bake after.

i donot wish to run back to you,
but i know...
there is nothing better.

choose me, humility.

I see you.

i don't see an end...

Could it be the scratches on my spectacle lens,
Rearranging my sense of sight and disorienting my instincts...

Could it be the ricochetting rays of the sun, glistens from that hair of yours and into the very mouth of my soul..

These eyes...
My eyes,
They see you..

They still do.

Ignore me, i'm just nobody,
I'm just someone who thinks he's paid all his dues enough,
so he can refute...

"Trust no..one but yourself"
Everyone says that but i know it's a bad idea..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

Promise me, that you'll lie to me,
'Cause everything happens in reverse
And it would all be okay...

Crying? oh now you're crying..
You pick the best fucken time to cry,
oh yeah, you fucken did..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

I don't want to be lonely,
I just wanna be alone.

I'm here,
Then i'm there.

Sometimes you just happen to meet a girl, in blue high-cut chucks at a gig and there's just something about her that makes you want to give her all that she ever wanted.

Everything you think she wants,
you somehow believe she deserves to have them...and you find out what she likes and then you realize...every single thing she wants are the exact same things you've always wanted for yourself.

But you are not the thing she wants.
She wants that baby-faced bass player, that one bearded gum-chewer and that one deep lyricist

And all the complications they bring with them.

If you get this email or message please turn the other cheek.
It's a ******* scam and who ever the ******* are, your ****'s on blast bud.
You are all over the internet so I suggest you stop being such a ******* Duchebag and get a life.
We here on HP are here to express and live because we have no other way or simply because we love writing.

So stop being a ******* ***** and get a ******* life bro!