Everyone thinks they're trying their best
But they are blinded by the world's expectations
Desperately needing intense mediation
Preferably a staged and detailed intervention
Telling them observation is not a new invention
They need to let go of all of their rising tension
Kick back and listen to their record collection
Wave hello, call a lovely person, prepare a confession
Start a new life without their prized possessions
Quit their job and begin a laid back profession
You shouldn't have to choose between life and love - there should be a simple fusion
It's there, waiting for you to see it - the best and happiest solution
Stop the expectations, begin the realizations
Be happy being who you were always meant to be
A real, emotional, complex yet simple human being
Full of wants and dreams
You weren't born to be a machine
So...

**stop acting like it.

If half of my heart is asleep, then which side do you want to keep?
I'll let you decide, until the sand runs from the tides,
and that is all the time you'll have.

If your soul is locked away, how can I see it light as day?
I'll let you be honest with me, until the burden on your chest can breathe,
and that is all the time you'll have.

If time goes fast, how does something really last?
I'll let you explain, until I forget about all of this pain,
and that is all the time you'll have.

If we decide to be together, will you love me through whatever weather?
I'll let you make up your mind, and if we both decide in kind,
then who knows how much time we'll have.

How is it possible to feel everything so much, and feel it all at once?

Those hands through my hair become his hands through my hair and then this.

This.

If I wasn't half asleep, I'd say there's something that I missed.

But remembering how it feels sinks deep down within me; I bury things so I can breathe.

Doesn't everybody?

If I figured it out too late, you
would possibly know that I don't have a clue
But maybe that's something you already know
Feel, touch, there's no going slow
And if there was something I would need you to hear
I'd whisper it in your ear
Not in person, of course - just on the line
Your voice drips with sleep in the night time
And I'm sorry I ruined what you thought I was
But I can't be sorry when you ruined me just because.

A breather is needed before I unravel
Feels like an axe ripped open my chest
And my heart is free falling to gravel
I can't catch it - too busy thinking of what will come next
I'm tired, not dead
But dead might be the next stop
If I don't train myself to forget what you said
A gun's in my hand, I imagine the pop
Not dead, but dead tired
Blankets pulled up over my head
Chemicals, emotions, and memories conspired
Now I wouldn't mind spending a few weeks in bed
It's a pain to try and forget the things you can't help but remember
Maybe it'd help if I started taking my meds
I plan to be better for the snow in December
Because I'm just tired, not dead

Many will prove themselves worthy if you give them a chance. Trust them and let them rise to your feelings. It can be hard not to immediately write people off. I used to trust everyone, until I realized that you can't. It took me a long time to realize you have to guard yourself. People are so fascinating - they have histories,
stories,
traumas,
pain,
traits,
vices,
virtues,
love affairs,
sleepless nights,
values,
hobbies,
habits,
failures,
flaws,
and memories.
It is difficult for me not to want to get to know almost everyone I come across. This certain seeking quality about myself gets me into an awful lot of problematic scenarios. I often end up in the crossfire of many situations that never really involved me in the first place. I've met an awful lot of individuals, but only a handful who looked at me and saw what I don't see. This phenomena is a great source of inspiration to me. Sometimes I feel like "what you see is what you get" and there's nothing more to me than what I portray to others in order to convey the qualities I'd like them to believe. Being mysterious is a haven to me. I figure if nobody ever really knows who I am, I am safe and they can't hurt me. Yet this has proven itself untrue. Do I even know myself? Often times, the answer is no - and that's why it blows my mind when people seem to have that certain knowing look and they see all the things I bury deep, things I'm afraid to show like weaknesses and failures. These people remind me that I have potential and I'm not as bad as I think I am.
People who see you - really see you for who you are - are very rare, but worth waiting for. They see past the masks, fronts, and facades you've learned to put on and they understand the things you've always wanted people to understand without you having to explain.
They get it.
Hold onto those people.
They are the way to success and happiness and true friendship.
Post-conventional thinking will always outweigh earthly expectations.
**** everything that isn't fulfilling.
Life is something rules shouldn't be imposed on where they don't need to be.
Open your eyes.

You sparked a change in me, and I know you deny it
But something happened that incited an internal, dancing riot
A smile glued to my face that I couldn't push away
This gripping feeling is probably here to stay
It took over my brain; I forget everything
Especially what I'm not supposed to be doing
I got a little lost trying to find where I was supposed to go
You tell me that I should do that on my own
But if on my own means I have to go
Then maybe I can hesitate before you'd like to be alone
Your eyes look right through me and I almost see my own
As a reflection of a reflection of something you know and I don't
I kind of want to live in your bed; I wish you'd let me
You deserve to always be a constant and never be a memory
Clothes coming off in the dark, moonlight shining through
Less because of me and more because of you
Resisting temptation is my weakness
Along with you and your humbleness
Thinking of your mouth pressed to mine makes me shiver
And I constantly apologize that it's almost winter
I don't want to see you down, and I'm scared you'll pull away
But the smile you give me never fades, and maybe that will make you stay