I will be okay
If for Christmas I get what I want,
I don't want an iPhone, those new boots or any of that infomercial junk.
I want to be together again,
I want to be a family,
But I don't think that is something Santa can bring me.
It used to be okay, I mean, it was never great,
But it was definitely better than this.
You were supposed to be family, always there for me,
You used to be there for me and I want that again,
But I don't think that is something Santa can bring me.
You haven't talked to me in over a month and I wonder,
Where are you Daddy, why haven't you called me?
Call me, Dad
That is what I want for Christmas.
Forget those neon guitar picks
Because that is something Santa can bring me.
I want you to call and be honest
Honest
And to be honest... that is something Santa can't bring me.

Where are all the gods
Of reinvention
I need to be washed
Of all this fear
Still don’t know
If moon is friendly
Or is the reason
For all my tears

A heart does miracles
But I’m stuck
Inside of mirrors
Made out of his luck
I need thunder
To signal lightning
I need it badly
Electric shock

Everything sparkles
Without the panic
When can I be there
Alive not manic
Assured by the world
That my ancestors
Assured my fate
Through DNA

This is the advent
Of the anniversary
The coming out of
My adversary
Some say he’s horned
Some say her nails scratch
Some say the world was
Not made but hatched

Are you still listening?
Are you still listening?
Are you still listening?
I beg you, listen

I feel this undying need
to bring myself to a higher plane
my mind a run away train
that managed to veer off track
only to be redirected
and brought back to center

Peace is the moment we
find our way back
to the path that suits us
and I am sprinting breathlessly
in a desperate attempt to salvage

Once again regaining the strength
to repair and purify
with nothing other than growth in mind
our internal battles are most brutal
but fighting them is surely time well spent
The only war I believe in

when, in those few moments
we share each other’s presence
we steal each other’s time
your kiss it cuts me deeply
from my lips to my ears
down my neck
‘cross my chest
through my stomach
your fingertips peeling away
each layer
the fabric
of safe and fear
I am naked
and you leave me
open
and exposed
vulnerable for hours
while I drive home
stitching myself back together
praying that one day
you let me cut you open, too.

Oh to be free
Would be most wonderful
To finally see the light
The world truly colorful

To be free from my pain
And free from my sorrows
No more doubting
If I can hold on til tomorrow

To be free from this sadness
No longer confined
By such monstrosities
That were once mine  

To be free from the chains
That once bound my soul
And to feel warmth
Spread through my whole

To be free from it all
How astounding it would be
Forever walking on sunshine
Oh to be free