Words in the air
Like slow-shifting clouds
This cross that I bear
Is growing too loud
Now, I don't know what to do
Floating ceaselessly
My fabric's come unglued

Now, oh now
Now I wanna run away
How, oh how
Can I just run away?
Now, oh now,
I want to ******* run away
How, oh how
Can I just ******* run away?

Time passes by without a second thought
My mind analyzes only what I can see
Feelings disappear without a single battle fought
Why can't we just be we and just be free?
No, because it's just never that easy
Because if it was, then life would be pretty ******

Why, oh why
Can't things just be breezy?
Now, oh now
I wish things were easy
Why, oh why
Do I need to be pleasing?
Now, oh now
I'm just searching for meaning
Now, oh now
I'm just searching for meaning
I'm just searching for meaning
Just searching for meaning
For meaning in this mess
Meaning in this mess

Feeling like all my
Words are the same again just
Like when I can't talk

Oh meet me on the highway, baby
Where the Sun meets the ground
Oh see me in the subway, lover
When no one's around
Because there's no need to put up a fight
There's no need when everything will be alright

Listen to my words
Floating through space
From my mouth to your eardrums
It's an open and close case
It will all be as easy as apple pie
When you come with me
To the place where the dead never die
I promise, I'm most definitely certain
There's no doubt in my little mind
That when it's all done and they pull down the curtain
There's nothing we can't find

Swinging back and forth in my headspace
Picking and choosing what my tongue says
In my brain, there is always a battle to be won
Unsure of causing trouble or of having a little fun
Seconds tick by and then minutes turn to hours
These thoughts, they grow into beautiful broken flowers

Mickey Mouse is so
Scary
So one-dimensional
So simple
So odd

That eerie grin
And his three fingered hands
Each with a clean, white glove
Slipped over them

Why gloves?
Why white gloves?
What about his fingers?
Why would a mouse need fingers?
And why does he only have three on each hand?

Is he some type of ungodly
Ghastly and disfigured
Form of a man?
Or did someone
Drop a rat's DNA in with
A man's in a test tube?
Nuclear radiation, maybe?
Other-worldly being?
Resident of a parallel universe?
Or we're mice and/or rats walking around
Smiling relentlessly, donning red trousers
White gloves, and cursed with two three-fingered hands
When the dinosaurs
Were eating each other?

Miss Wood, Miss Wood
I knew she would
Everybody knew that she could
When she hopped the train to ol' Hollywood

Natasha was the type of girl
To sit there and watch you get obsessed
She'd just sit there and twirl
Her pretty blonde hair of happiness
She knew she was meant for better things
Diamonds, surgeries and cameras
She just had to spread her wings
Her looks were one thing but oh, how she sings

Said goodbye to her momma
And kissed her good old pop
Said she'd only be gone a while
They told her "always keep goin' and never stop!"
She came to my house right afterwards
Her eyes were wet as I hugged her close
I told her not to go backwards
She wiped her eyes and stuck with what she chose

It seems it's always rainin'
But the Suns out today
And I ain't complainin'
Today I just wanna play

So sit right down next to me
As I press down on the gas pedal
The flowers in your hair keep blowing
The more I push the pedal to the metal
Your smile just makes everything better
And I smile when you smile
Never really was the biggest go-getter
But, babe, you put me in overdrive
Wanna go to the creek at the top of the hill
Step to the edge, hold my nose and dive

The words that keep spilling from your mouth
Like milk on the kitchen floor
No matter how mad, no matter how happy
I just keep on wanting more (and more)
I mean, I know you've got a boy
Waiting for you at home
I'm just like a ******* toy (to you)
And I really don't mind
I don't at all, really I couldn't care less
Because even if you're not mine
I still feel like the one who's blessed
But when the time comes just gimme a sign
Because when you and him are over
I'll be there, I'll be there with open arms

Oh, babe, this is all for a reason
I can go, I can so go
With you it's so pleasin'
And if you want more just let me know
I'm just overflowing with ways
To talk, to be, to stand next to you
I'm probably a little selfish
But it seems I'm stuck like glue
And I can't help these feelings
You just **** me with those big eyes
Your soft hands and milk and roses skin
I just wish, I just hope, I just wait
For the best to begin

ive dodged bullets bigger than my head
fired by guns in the hands of the lost & lonely
by all rights i should surely be splattered, dead
the gray matter lodging in my skull is my one & only
my neuro-circuits are a circus blaring classic jazz
emanating from my ears and causing a regular razzmatazz

my heart, i know it beats only for a limited time
like an infomercial, superficial in the way it teases me
but my head, it knows the differences between reason & rhyme
money equals madness and the line between land & sea
at the same time, i feel it disintegrating as it sits worriless
and I ask myself, "could you really care less?"

but when the day comes when my heart & head agree
i know it will be near the end and i'm okay with that
no longer will i scurry like a hungry squirrel, endlessly
i will not walk around with the curiosity of a newborn cat
looking for my head, examining this hypothetical ****** mystery
for it won't be dead like my heart will claim it to be

Everybody says they've got the answer
Everybody says they've got the secret
Just keep breathing
Just keep being
Nothing, no, nothing can touch you
If you just keep breathing

Your thoughts are only temporary
Temporary and fleeting to and from
Your jumbled brain filled with garbage
Like the town dump just filled with ****
The secret, though, the secret
Is just to ignore it, ignore it
Because none of this is real

Life is an illusion machine
Working hard to keep you interested
And so many little people fall for it
They get ****** in
They shoot their guns
They **** their kin
They **** themselves

But, but, but, but
No one seems to get it
They just don't realize it
They should read a book
And put down their poisons
Put down their swords
Put down their shields
Because all of it means nothing
In the end
It means nothing
It means nothing
We are the light
We are the light
We are the light
We are not the dark
Not the dark
Even though some seem to fall for it
They hit the floor and succumb to it
But we're not the blackness
We're not the blank stare
Not the death of it

Pound for pound.
Round for round.
Sight and sound.
Look what I've found.

Love and loss.
A stupid coin toss.
The air is the boss.
Our lives are the cost.

No one knows.
But everybody shows.
****** bows and heart-shaped arrows.
A blow to the head and a broken nose.

Running to the end.
Wonder who they're gonna send.
They never cared to lend.
Or to see if the pieces would mend.

I get so confused
Sometimes

When I put my pen to the paper in front of me
It moves
And it doesn't stop
It doesn't stop for a long time
A very
Very
Long...
Time

Other times
I put my pen to the paper in front of me
And
It just
Doesn't have
Any idea
Whatsoever
It's expected to do

I don't know
I really don't
I think my goal
Well, a goal
Atleast
Is to figure out
How in the Hell
To get my pen
To perk it up
To set it on it's little course
Across this
Clean
White
Sheet
Of
Paper

I'd call you hoping
To see things differently
And maybe wishing
Things never got this bad
But life is filled with filler
A lot of things don't mean much
Sometimes these times can be a killer
And I don't plan on being your crutch

These days I've found the pep
In my step that I've been searching for
For my whole life and I can't help
The things you do and I won't try anymore

Like that I'm rudely interrupted
Pulled from a fantastic fever dream
My mind's been bent and corrupted
Don't expect you to know what I mean
All I wanted was some compassion
Some care never hurt no one
Guess I'm looking in the wrong direction
Maybe I'm just staring too hard at the Sun

But I like the way it feels
When I'm bathed in all it's glory
My skin tingles on the steering wheel
White lights tell a gory story
When you're mourning in the morning

Back in the '40's
My great-grandma used to sing
On the bus

Everyday
Never the same song
Never to anyone in particular

She just used to get on
Walk down the isle
Sit down and start to sing

After my grandfather was born
They put my great-grandma
In the hospital

The loony bin
The cackle barn
The mental institution

In there she got really sick
They said her liver was failing
She liked wine

And soon
She died
They said it was cirhossis

But to this day
That woman haunts
Me

Was she crazy?
Was she just a drunk?
Was she crazy and decided to self-medicate with the alcohol?

I've tried to find records of her
On the internet
And in attics and basements

But nothing ever seems to
Come up
Nothing wants to be found

At least not yet
In the meantime, I'm stuck here
Wondering

There is a house that sits high on a hill, downtown
Shrubbery and vines are the open arms that welcome anyone who passes
And when they do, they're always sent away with cold bones and blood
A fitting departure package

No one knows exactly what went on in that house
Tales of violence, ****, lies and unholy rituals plague the stories
But there is no record, no way of knowing for sure
A crimson question-mark

Forever, it seems, the house will sit ominously on that hill
Eyes and ears, always curious, will direct themselves to it
Curiousity kills, so they say, but one day someone will be brave enough
A stupid someone

When that poor soul decides they're ready to step inside
After years or so of morbid fascination and research that amounts to seemingly nothing
They will open the door and close it behind them
And no one will ever see them again

so, here's to the anxiety.
the nights i was so drunk i couldn't see.
the times i told you "i love you".
when you said you didn't think it was true.
the shivering and the icy rain.
lips quivering and stinging pain.

You say it isn't fair
To expect so much
The way that your hair
Blows in the wind with such
Tenacity makes it hard
To imagine a time
After I've known you
When I can't hold your hand
All I can hope is that I've grown on you
It's unfortunate you see through me & this land

So all that I ask
Is that you don't leave
Had I been given this task
Before I would have not dared to weave
This basket of bone and skin
It just seems sometimes I just can't win

You talk so elegantly with
Your lips parted ever so slightly
You say you know all the tricks
And see the ones up my sleeves
I'm sorry to say
But I must admit
I didn't come to play
And what you're thinking is *******
Just like that you're done & just walk
Now I'm glad my outlines in chalk

i was working day in and day out
to carve out this life we had in our heads
but when your whispers turned into shouts
the worst seemed like the best that i could get

driving in my car thinking about your face
you really could light up the darkest place
when we touch i think the end is close
you bring death, bring life, neither of which we chose
sometimes i think i could die with you
but i know you don't reciprocate
you break me and you dislocate
my bones

my muscles tense when I think about it.

no one knows but my bones.

when I look up I know what's there.

nothing changes but my new heart beat.

and I grow and it grows.

it keeps me going when I don't know.

I've spent a lifetime
bathing in pools of sweat.
Thought you were my lifeline.
You prove me wrong again, and again.
My head spins as I slowly rise.
Always thought it would be different.
Used to call you "my prize".
But one thing I've never been is wise.

Constantly fooling myself left.
My body always throws me off track.
Veering around to the side I thought right.
Walking into white light that just goes black.

Listening to other people never did me much good.
Their words swim in my brain like vengeful parasites.
Influencing me to do things they think I should.
But everyone is selfish as the days turn to nights.
I've learned to find it in my to power through the ****.
Even as my Sun burns out, I still fight the fight.
Even as my everything falls deep down that pit.
Even as my darkness is eating all my light.

Just watch me fly
Up in the sky
You're always the
First thought on my mind

was in high school, I had a friend who would always claim that he had premonition dreams. He said that on some random nights, he'd wake up in a cold sweat and would have to wait a few minutes to catch his breath before he could fall back asleep. Now, I'm not sure how true his claims were as he never gave me any real examples of dreaming up the future, but what he said to me one night, while we were just sitting around and talking, really shook me. He told me that the dream he had the night before took place in a funeral parlor. Few people were there to pay their respects to the dead and he said the few people that were there seemed annoyed at the fact that they had to take the time out of their busy lives to attend. He said he was overcome with a feeling of immense dread as he approached the plain, dark wooded box of the deceased. When he got to the foot of the casket, and knelt to say a prayer, he looked inside to see who had crossed the last threshold. And the person inside that box... Was me.

At first, I kind of laughed it off. Who does he think is? ******* Nostradamus? But after a only a few moments of contemplation, I was overcome with immense sadness. How could no one show up to my funeral? Why wasn't my shoe family there? Why does he get to live longer than me? Why was he so calm when he told me this?

He told me this six years ago. And every once in a while the thought pops back in my head. After so many years of sporadic contemplation on the subject, I've actually learned to cope with the idea. As crazy and insane and unknowable as the matter is, I've come to terms with the thought that not many people will show up at my funeral, whenever that may be. I figure it like this; would I rather have lots of people grieving and crying and wailing uncontrollably at my coffin-side who probably didn't know me that well at all and were more than likely acting, if they even cared to put on a show? Or would I rather have a few, a few who really knew me and every crease and crinkle of my heart and soul?

My great-grandmother lived in a time when if you sang too loudly in a public place
Such as on the bus
With no audible music anyone else could hear
You were thrown away
Reported by the sanest of citizens
Locked away in the mental ward of Bellevue Asylum
By your own family

She was an alcoholic
Well, she was Italian
As was that whole part of my family
And Italians like wine
And she liked her wine
Maybe a little bit too much
My grandfather said that by six o'clock
Everyone in the house was screaming
Throwing things
Alcohol-tinged, infant-like fits
The lot of them
Drunk
Every night of the year

But my great-grandmother
She was the only one who carried her drink
In a little metal flask
Tucked in her ragged coat
Took it with her on the bus
On the way to work at a hotel
Where people with enough money
To boost the world's economy
Slept, ate and yelled at her
For forgetting to put a mint on their pillow once
But she just hummed away
Took the flack with a smile
Sipped her poison
And rode the bus back to work
The next day
Drunk
Singing
La Donna e' Mobile

One day though
Her brothers caught up to her
As she was boarding that bus
She was singing again
And smiled
Asked them what they were doing there
And they looked at her
Smiled
And smacked her

They threw her in their car
And took her to Bellvue
In 1947
When the idea of mental health
Was shrouded in ignorance
And scrutiny
And the word "medicine"
Meant electric-shocks to the brain
Submerging in below freezing
Ice-tanks
And
Fiddling around
In people's brains
Through their eye-sockets
With screwdrivers
"Lobotomies"

My grandfather was born in 1945
He was only two when they took his mother away
And only three
When they told him she died
Rotting in the asylum
Experiments done to her
That my family will never know the nature of
Never know how much pain
She ****** up
Never know if the cause of death
Was actually "cirrhosis of the liver"
Or
An officially administered
Botched
Brain-****

My heart is tight
It's hard for me to let you in
Try as you might
You may never truly see within
As much as I'd like you to
I can never, ever let you do
I can never let you do that
For me

in your darkest hour. on the doorstep of your despair
i will come for you with open arms. i'll always be there.
your touch had me realizing. your love, i was analyzing.
baby, you're so tantalizing. you've got me breezily rhyming.

now, i've gotten ahead of myself before.
so now i'm wary.
those eyes have reached my core.
it's almost scary.

i've never had someone even come close to understanding.
i never knew that could happen, but now here you are.
you know who you are, you wreak havoc like hurricane sandy.
but now it's not my house, it's my beating heart.

The way you talk to me reminds me
It brings to the front of my mind how
I used to be when everybody and everything
Were doused in that acid washed black and white
You really make those feelings wash ashore
In a part if me I never knew was there
Like the colors no one can see

So don't stop no don't stop tonight
There'd be no reason to put up a fight
But I'm going to I'm going to try
Because I love it when you pretend to cry
I hate to see you cry, because I'm always the one to die

Selfish thoughts are the fuel of the lonely mariner
Sailing seas blinded by the light of the carrier
That holds his child clutched tightly in arm
And the memories of childhood on grandpa's farm
Oh how the flashes get clearer and eyes get tired
The seas get chaotic the more you become hard wired
So step away, take a long and hard look
Look away and know that everyone is born a crook

I don't wanna die
Without having said every word
And meant them all
Don't wanna have to explain myself
When all my cards are on the table
For everyone who wants to look to see
Don't wanna leave
Without saying my peace
Don't ever wanna see you again
If I'm gonna be deceased
Before my time
I think I deserve this rambling
Because when my mind runs
I can't catch up
No matter how hard I try
How rough I train
My brain always wins
And that's not a bad thing
I'm very rarely bored
But a night like this hasn't come and gone
In a very long time
As I lay in bed
Fighting the swift stabbing of these thoughts
I just broke a sweat
Its all true
My my blood pressures rising

The city inside my head
never sleeps.
When I go to bed, the noise
doesn't cease.
Rapists and murderers
roam the streets.
Taking advantage of anyone,
anything and they won't leave.
Leaving me no choice but
lock away my key.
Never to be touched again,
no more me.

To the bitter end
From the burnt beginning
Photographs covered in blood
Reminders of the spoils of winning
Leaving it all behind
Regrets only real in your head
The truth is all in your mind
Turning it over and out in your bed

Some things only seem real in hindsight
And others only in the moment
Events only palatable after the fact
Places where we all feel the same atonement
And look back realizing everything was ******
Knowing nothing can change what's happened
But find solace in that the future is mendable
Gasping to grip the message in the bottle...
And cap it

All things are trivial
Loneliness just temporary
Love is worth it
And hate is pure waste

People come to you
And people go from you
Situational indifference
Nature is emotionless

So go about your day
Stay up and merrily
Let the river flow
But let the memory stay

I never knew
how to speak to you.
Running from the truth
until my lips turn blue.

Your eyes are scared
to see what's right there.
So you close yourself off
by taking your clothes off.
Open yourself up when
someone seems to care.
But in the end
it's all for naught.

People never listen
to me.
Because they know
the truth.
That I've grown
to be
a naysayer and
truth bringer.
True honesty is
honestly
not something they're
used to.
So if you don't
want to
hear what I have
to say,
then please, please
never ask me
what I'd do.

You search,
it's yours to find.
And move,
you've been too kind.
I'm not for you,
not to be confused.
With the truth,
because I never can tell.

i know im not the type
to go with all the hype
moving against the tide
while everyone tries to hide
i wear my scars on my face
never smile while i keep my pace

i know im 24 and up until now i haven't been much
squandering and wallowing and wasting my days and such
but im working every day on who i want to be
and i ****** it up cuz she loved me for me
i just hope she reads this before i start charging a fee

just way too young to be feeling this way
like i made a deal with the devil and forever i'll pay
a curse and a blessing is what this all seems to be
a left plus a right, an up plus a down all adds up to me
if picking up the pieces was easy then everyone would
and i used to think i was trying as hard as i could
but now i realize that i have so much more to do
i just wish everyone could see the world from my shoes
that would shatter the mystery and explain why im like this
before i didn't care because i always had your kiss
and then you were gone and crossed off of my list
if anything, this is to show you that i really gave a ****

In the Sun
The wind blowing high
You stood next to me
As everyone passed us by
I thought we were on
The same level, hand in hand
But I was wrong
I couldn't  have been more wrong

I never knew
A few words
To hurt so much
When uttered past my lips
You could say I expected such
When you said you couldn't
When you wouldn't repeat
I nearly broke down and weeped
Right there, right by your stone feet

We are so incompatible
You are so incompetent
Don't hear a thing you've been saying
Nothing on this green Earth is permanent
So you're words are falling on deaf ears
And my mouth, well my mouth is dumb
All these years and my ever present fears
Dull my senses of everything that's fun

Never, never
No, it could never be
Ever, ever
Why is it you can't see?
Are you that blind?
Or you just a wishful thinker?

Over these times
And under these flames
Words that rhyme
And all that impending fame
Don't ever get me up
And never bring me down
When I spill my cup
I don't ever usually frown
I just ask for another

Would you call me cliche?
If I drank Tanqueray
And then asked you to stay
For only another moment
Because I didn't want to ruin it
Because I only wanted another's second's
Grace with you, with me, in your presence?

Would it be a shame
If one day
We looked back
And realized we never quite made it
Made us out to be what we could have?
What we should have been?

Everybody's like oh hey it's John
When you gonna turn your light on?
Do you have a cloud to lay on?
Where's that feather pillow you punch on?
Do you know what path you've turned on?
Oh get over it come on, come on

When the sky turns purple turns red
Nothin seems right up in my head
Fly away, leave, go, but I've already fled
What was it that day you said?
About those balloons that were made of lead?
I can't think no more in my bed

Oh well, oh well, can't do nothing bout it
Wanna climb to the roof and shout it
This door has closed ain't no doubt about it
What a pretty girl if I've ever seen it
The way she talks, my inside she burns it
Owner of my heart, never thought I'd say it

new york cares
my thoughts laid bare
your penetrating stare
makes me wonder if it all ain't fair

We used to like to stay up all night
Drink from sundown until it shined again
******* inthe morning dew with whiskey tainted breath
Smoking cigarettes until our lungs blackened
We all knew, in the backs of our heads
That we were having a little too much fun
Coming home drunk and stumbling up stairs
Is only satisfying until you realize that people care

We liked *****, whiskey and ***
Irish breakfasts were the only ones for us
Getting ****** up was the only constant
Going to school hungover and not caring if we bombed it
We were in for that rude awakening
We never knew how far we had to run

Those fateful, wilderness years
Very well could've been the best time of my life
Underneath the alcohol, blood and tears
You could cut the immaturity with a knife
It's really all kind of sad to think
About all the things I can't remember now
Lost in the cosmic consciousness
Innocent brain cells killed in the name of cowardice

But now I couldn't be any more thankful
Those years taught what no person could
I was only nineteen but now I know
That if I want to drink, I should double think if I should
I'm only human, despite the previous display
Of thinking foolishly or immortality
The weird thing is that I regret nothing
Everything progressed as it would, naturally
After all

Nobody ever knows
What's coming til it slaps them in the face
Nobody ever cares
About your worries til they're sitting in your lap
Nobody ever realizes
What you're thinking until it's vibrating through
Their head

Because there's no chance in Hell
Fires burning for a hundred nights and a day
No future as far as I can tell
Inside my warm bed where I lay
So just leave me alone
Yeah just walk on your own

Things broke in the morning
When everything was cool
I thought I was yearning
But your touch just makes me shudder
I had to leave the spot
And just let it die where it was
Because when things get too hot
I'm not one to stick around
No, I'm gone without a sound

I set out to set the crooked straight
And I'm on my way
For this type of thing it's never too late
So just get out of my play
You were a wolf in sheep skin
But now I'm the one out for blood and I'm going in

I keep my head down
Eyes on the pavement
The new days are comin' 'round
This is just what I meant
Things could be better
Things could be worse
And that's when I found her
My photo in her purse

Things never change
No they never will
As I'm switching lanes
Out for the ****
To the end
Trying to end it all
Around the bend
Aiming for the fall

With nothing around
No distractions
Nobody here to walk my ground
Go in alone with no directions
I know what I know
What you know, I know
With that in mind
Why don't you just go?

Dreamless sleeps and dreamin' all day
Wondering where this stops
Leanin' on you, screamin' from the bottom of me
Thinkin' that's all I got

Knocked down again, but I was made for this
The lifting up gets easier with practice
Feels like I'm floating at this point
Noise drowned out with noise

We would walk
Down the dim
Moonlit path
Speaking of
Fantasies

Things we wish
For and others
We don't want
Dreaming

Loving each other
With every ounce
Of human flesh
And holy soul

Living for each other
Mending the others
Jagged edges ripped
Apart by that very life

Knowing that somehow
Someway we're going
To love each other
No matter how much
Sticky blood is spilt

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.

So what the Hell is your name?
And where are we going?
Things never seem too tame
When we get where we're going
I think we missed our stop
But I keep looking forward
When I heard a loud pop
Tires skid on this slicked road

I found a letter from you
From a long time ago
What you said turned out untrue
And there's no one left to blame but you

Stop and look around
Hold the bullet in your hand
Mull over the emotion
That fills you as you stand
Blood rushes up, down, pumps
And now you're all set
Body like a tree trunk
Feel the weird funk

Coming on and taking over
No survivors, no leftovers
Look left and then turn right
Sit down and take flight

Like the green leaves
Off the mighty oak
Falling up instead of down
Float up and let your body soak
In the light of the bright sightly
Glorious Sun from above
Taking blood lightly
Spilled and vacuumed up

I don't want to run
I don't want to shoot
I don't want to run from the police
I don't want to loot
I don't want a gangster's life
I don't want to have to look over my shoulder at night

Growing up in the big city
Born of a family in the dirt
Never much money to anybody
But it seems none of my cousins really learned
But I'm not like them, I'm not about that
I never was keen of violence
Always hated hate and loved love
Never got how they all missed this
Never understood how they could want that kind of life

Because I'd be a *** on the street
Begging for a penny or two
Before I was to go out and hurt someone who didn't deserve it
Or trick someone into thinking something false
I don't like to deceive, I hate it
But do many people think it's right
Crime doesn't pay, you can't win
There's nothing to a life of sin
At the end if the day you're left with ****
Your hearts turned to an empty black pit

Walking the big red carpet
Between love and hate
Blowing kisses, granting wishes
All the money in the world but I still pay my bills late
Too good for bad, too bad for good
I know that I should try to settle but I wouldn't if I could

Take me to the moon
Because nothing here is beautiful
Offer me your heart made of wood
So I can chop it with my glistening axe handle
Nothing, no, nothing, no
Nothing is good enough

They all say that love is a hunter
It'll track you down and put holes in your dress
But I've had too many run ins with Cupid
To ever think he could make a masterpiece of this mess
So baby, hold me close and tell me I'm the one
Because I've given up, baby, I'm so done

flames of hell
burning bright
you can't see it
it's like sunlight

illumination
the only thing
that transforms us
and makes us want to sing

gift from heaven
like a dream
it seems odd
nothing is as it seems

interdimensional
through time and space
seeking truths
all over the place

in this world
on this earth
we feel it all
then locked in a hearse

so before that time
its dawned on me
that nothing is by accident
nothing is as it seems