Playing with fire
Never hurt no one
Cutting the wires
Underneath the Sun
Playing the liar
And you're having fun
What have you done?

Running in the circles
Just to keep it square
Ear to the grapevine
But I keep it fair
I stay out of your hair

It's what they always told me
That it'd be like
Laser focus and miles of sight
Don't need your insight
Always took your advice
With more than a grain of salt
Like swarming lice
I won't give up the fight

See through you
and all that you do.
Never trusted a girl
who sounded that sweet.
Seen my share of the world
and I've wept for weeks.
Earthly things no longer
take me by surprise.

It's what they all say:
"I love you".
Working, trying to play and
"I love you".
Nothing sounds so bland as
"I love you".

Saw you brushing yourself off
in uncut grass, under tall trees.
For things they tend to scoff at,
I take my leave.
Everything they all value
I see as dirt.
Deep down you know the truth
and it hurts.
Rise above and cut the root,
watch it burn.

Constant worry,
casual stress.
Unceasing flurries,
upon my heart, I bless.
Nothing's wrong,
although I'd beg to differ.
My life will be long,
or so the doctor's offer.
Cholesterol is low,
nil chance of diabetes.
But on my face, it shows
I don't like to eat my Wheaties.
No matter though,
what they say
my blood shows.
I know where my heart lies
and I alone make the choice to live
or to die.

Moving hard out
of the gate.
Zip-lining, flying out
of this state.
Everything seems so small
as I elevate.
People sound so slow
as they dissipate.

Floating in ninety-eight, point six
degrees.
Nobody cares for tricks
as your thoughts leave.
Yeah, they leave you
stranded, you see.

When you see the stars
you're still not even close.
Realizing rational decisions
were never what you first chose.
Brain waves, surgical incisions
you can be the King and everyone knows.
Harnessing grandiose visions,
as the wind cuts through your petty shows
and lines up your mistakes in neat little rows.

Who stole my loving?
Who removed my joy?
Surgical instruments
Sterilized silver knives
Who's winning the fight
When neither side is right?
Impending disaster areas
Coated in radioactive slime
I think it's time
I think it's time
This is the time

Bombs sail coolly overhead
Warm sunlight directs the flight
Circular motions around our head
Before everything goes white

On the outside
I seem
To not even
Try.
To not even
Care.
And I don't
Think I do.
For the most part.

On the inside
Fires rage
And it seems
They burn
Stronger
With each passing
Day.
On the inside
Planets collide
And burst
Like so many grapes
In my stubborn
Grip.
On the inside
I don't know
What the outside
Wants
Or needs.
On the inside
I am a
Lion
Watching carefully
Approaching
Slow...
...ly
Afraid
To pounce
To roar
To talk
The way that
Everyone
Seems prone to.

The lion lays
Down.
He shakes
Droplets of water
From his mane.
Tucks his big, hairy
Head
Between huge
Paws
And never
Ever let's his
Tears
Reflect sunlight.

Everybody knows that
Lovely sound
When the bell rings
And you're homeward bound
Freedom calls your name
At long last

Skippin' down the hallway
No time to play
Gettin' the hell out
After another long day
You couldn't pay me to stay