Reckon I'm Reckless
A wreck when I'm reckless
Tear open my chest
They'll call it love
But love feels like shards of glass
Pierced my heart and vocal chords  
Now, I found the perfect place
Necks can bear a heavy necklace

Headstrong
What's right, what's wrong
Call on the broken mirror
Can't see eye to eye
Overwhelmed by lies, tick the time

And spit the words out, vainly cursed
Pathetic bloodstreams, veins rehearse
Trickle down the back of my mind
Slipping away and the moon is bright

Watched a face turned blue
Confused about "how are you"
And death peered through a window
Fresh bodies, new blood, young girl

Headstrong
What's right what's wrong
Call on the broken mirror
Can't see eye to eye
Overwhelmed by lies, tick the time

The lost, unspoken, ruined regrets
Twisted tongues, burnt cigarettes
Filled to the brim I threw myself into the ocean
Washed up on shore, unsure before
But the salt seeped into my wrists
Sea level rise, afloat miserable bliss

Headstrong
What's right what's wrong
Call on the broken mirror
Can't see eye to eye
Overwhelmed by lies, tick the time

Can't see eye to eye
Overwhelmed by lies, tick the time

And how could anyone have known
That two hearts beat to a car drone
That two minds read music notes
Sipping strong, heavy coats

Stumble up the corridors
Bodies intertwine with the floorboards  
Breathe in breathe out
That's what's life's all about
Take your hand and trace these lines
Lines created, she said "i'm fine"
They fade away like a setting sun

Why didn't she jump?
Was she afraid to fly?

Hinging towards  life's favorite question,
**Why?

And our hands touched the water
Our heads faced the wind
We took a mental picture
Sand salt and skin
Emotions a mixture
Anxiety we've grown akin
And for a while I forgot
And I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared
If anything I was ill-prepared
As this took me by surprise
But the way the moon hit your eyes
Late Thursday night drive
You made me feel alive

Sixteen
Stressed and unimpressed
"Is this all there is"
What ever happened to the dreaming little eight year old  mind set,
imagining the glorious teenage years

Who ever imagined an anxiety ridden problematic teenager who thinks she's got it all under control

In reality she's just a couple of unfinished sentences, a sad contradiction, misunderstood and depressed, and she doesn't know where it ends

Where is the time going,
She locks herself in her room,
she'd rather be alone, but she needs time,
help

she wants someone to notice,
but she's got her stubborn head in the clouds and she's not coming down