Your wheels kept rolling though your engine was dead.
You're a tragedy waiting to happen.
There's many ways to escape a foreseen crisis.
I didn't have to be an engineer.
Eventually it'll all come to a stop.
My advice to you, don't invite a passenger for the final ride.
They won't share your hell they'll be engulfed by it.

Here's to love.
The way it was always "supposed" to be.
The way we remember it.
And the way we use the past to hinder possibilities of feeling it.
To the unrequited hero and the guardian angel.
To a best friend, to a worst enemy.
For every splinter that has pierced a heart.
For every ring that has embraced a finger.
For everything divine and everything distasteful.
This is the nightmare of a hopeless romantic.

There was no altar, no *****, no hymnal, no choir, no bible, no pastor, no words to be preached, no "thou shalt not" this, or "thou shalt not" that...

Just a sinner in a saints home.

I'm the wind whistling outside your bedroom window.
I'm the headache accompanying your hangover.
I'm the shadow behind you, especially in darkness.
I'm the dirt beneath your feet.
The smoke in your lungs.
The cough when you've inhaled too much.
The slur in your drunken state.
The missed step that causes you to fall.
I'm the harmony that doesn't exist in your music.
The peace that fails before a war.
The problem but never the solution.
I'm the silence at a funeral.
The smile to an awkward hello.
The heartbreak that is coming like a train wreck.
I'm the reminder that not all things are;
Subtle, or meek, or naïve, or ignorant, or easy.

When the word vacant speaks not only for time,
but the building itself and the man lost inside.

She'll rattle your cage and get into your head.
Lioness on prowl to **** or be dead.
The jungle she's from is a book not yet read.
She's hungry and hunting won't sleep till she's fed.

Love is unimaginable, impossible at most.
When it's always grape jelly she puts on her toast.
As if the big bad wolf ever got his pig roast.
It's the infinite expectation pre marriage and post.

Facts are the advantage logic is key.
Accepting the nature of things left to be.
Horizons hold more than any eye can see.
To know ones self is to truly be free.

Look into the window.
It was a mourning mirage until the day the glass shattered.
Than a hundred different pieces created a distorted picture that made more sense than none.
The shards killed the face that I remembered.
The reflection was ugly, a lost identity.
Swimming with sharks of course you'll get bit.
The deeper and darker waters were always more dangerous.
But that's the way you liked it.
Anchored to your own opinion, sinking.