Come now, my newfound friend.
Haven't you heard, the means are worth the end?
Stop shaking little one, take big steps.
Let me teach you, carry you, feel free to rest.

Now come along, come along, there's much to do.
The whole gang's here, allow me to introduce you.
Over here we have loneliness, guilt and pride
Behind them stand laziness, hatred and every reason you've cried.

Now, now stop shaking. They can't hurt you, my dear.
Though, if you want you may leave now, scurry away if you're scared.
But I'd be delighted if you trusted me and lent me your ear.

Now you see, young one, this place is quite funny.
The creatures who stay here don't care if you're rich or have money.
They'll attack without warning, the day could be perfect, cloudless, sunny
And they'll still beat you within an inch of your life,
Pull your hair, hold your throat to the knife.
Before you confront them you must plan in advance,
Since they'll break you and kick you if you give them the chance.

It's no doubt you'll have this in mind as they rush to approach you
But stand straight and tip your chin up, remind yourself I'm here to coach you.

You must not run and do not hide.
Let these demons walk by your side.
Shake their hands, greet them kindly.
You're strong, right? Do remind me.
Now show them who you are, every bump, every scar.
Let them know there's nothing there.
They can't have you, you're not scared.

Now walk away, leave these monsters in your wake.
The prize is freedom, it's yours to take.

Hello, hello, please come inside.
Let's share another bowl, take another ride.
Insincerity burns the light shining in your eyes,
Lying to me for redemption, recreating our ties.
I return your gaze, ask you why.
You fumble, your smoke of faux passion blown away.
Inside I laugh, but turn to you and say okay.
Then once again we travel down this road,
Slipping back into together mode.
So come inside my friend, use my body, take your toll.
For no matter what you do to me, you don't control my soul.
Now as we reconcile, touch again, start to smile.
I'm farther away than ever,
Head in the clouds, back whenever.

I wish I loved you.
If only I could have felt that burning desire,
That molten magnetic attraction.
Perhaps I would have travelled the world for you,
Or moved across the country.
All in hopes of winning your love.

But you weren't that for me.
You were a warm feeling in my stomach,
Knowing you were there every morning I woke up.
You were calm and comfortable.
Never needing to talk, but we could.

But in feeling these mellow feelings, and having never been in love,
I've made you feel alone.
So now you've gone to meet someone,
Somebody who can give you emotion and passion.
And you know they'll be perfect, yes, you know it.

Now I sit and heave a great sigh,
Knowing I could have been that person, if only I tried.

There is a room.
Nobody enters the room, for the door is boring.
The welcome sign has been gone for ages,
But it's for the better, because it was beat-up anyway.
The door creaks when you open it, but who would know?
There's a lock on it too, but I couldn't tell you why.
Inside the room there sits a statue.
It's covered with weeds and thorns and vegetation that has sprouted over time.

It waits for someone.
Not just anyone.
Someone who walks in the door, shoulders high.
Someone who throws away the weeds and thorns.
This someone will see what the statue holds,
the treasures of it's mind.

This person, this special, enlightened person,
They will receive the hardships,
and strife,
and failures,
and sorrow,
and loneliness.
Upon receiving all this, they may do what they please.
As it would be silly for a mere statue to tell them what to do.

Inhale, exhale.
Lungs impale.
Burning quickly.

Who is this new, sick me?

Before I can ask, I'm gone.
Birds in the cloud.
But come dawn
I'm not proud.
I've come down.

At least for now.

Feel the words caress you
And tickle up your spine.
Taste the bass like it's
Earthy, ruddy wine.
Smell the drum beats,
peppered through in perfect time.
Watch the guitar rear it's head,
leap away, and start to climb.
Listen to this song,
Breathe deeply of the rhyme.

Relief, calm, happiness.
Why would I stop?

"What happens when it doesn't work?"

More, that's what.
Harder, faster, longer.

"It won't stop, it's always helped me."

I'd be worse off without it, but you won't believe that.

"You need to work with us for this to do you any good."

What if I don't want to stop?

"I just have a really hard time seeing it as a problem."

*"Then I don't think there's much we can do for you."