I'm no better than a shoe.
All I have left is my tongue and my sole.
I'm so wrapped up inside myself.

I cling to you like a cloud to the sky.
Most days are sunny without a me in sight. 
But you love when it storms.
You forget to have rain there's got to be clouds

I want to explore the vistas you never imagined could exist.
I want to birth innovation past the time and the space,
You never had or gave me for creative construction. 
Past where you held me down and slowed my momentum.

A single big bang in an upstairs apartment,
Blew me into the street and you out of all options.
You think every star is exactly the same.
But they all shine a different color and have their own names.

Past every planet and shooting star,
I'll search for my name and find out what I was here for.
Past every moon and meteor,
You'll be idle and wish you'd followed the leader.

The satellites will come and go,
But I'll move at my own pace
and slow down for no one.

Stumbling through this broken dream,
The colorblind artist finds a motif.
For once he wasn't wrong,
When he felt right.
He found more than a distraction from the black and white.

A lilly in the concrete,
To never expire.
I've got a brand new drug,
It's like I've never been higher.
A solitary blossom standing in the debris.
She's the only thing thats really perfect about me.

At this point I can't fall asleep.
It's never been the same,
Ever since you met me.
It's one a.m.
And I'm awake again.
When talking to you,
Sleep is such a waste of our time.
And whats worse,
Than wasting my time with you,
On this earth.
Of our time,
And whats worse?
Which is why we both decided to dive in head first.

A lilly in the concrete,
To never expire.
I've got a brand new drug,
It's like I've never been higher.
A solitary blossom standing in the debris.
She's the only thing thats really perfect about me.

He dropped to one knee,
like he'd done before.
The roots were unearthed,
As he pulled on the flower.
The lilly found a home,
In the palm of his hand,
And the colorblind artist saw beauty again.

It's not the thoughts in the car,
Toward the masquerade.
It's the girl at the concert,
Rubbing elbows with me.
It's not our self concious,
It's not my flaws.
It's how together we can tear all of the negatives down.
of our time.
And whats worse,
Than wasting my time with you,
On this earth.
Of our time,
And whats worse?
Which is why we both decided to dive in head first.

A lilly in the concrete,
To never expire.
I've got a brand new drug,
It's like I've never been higher.
A solitary blossom standing in the debris.
She's the only thing thats really perfect about me.

And through the message relayed,
I see the you killed a man.
And you weren't proud of what you'd done,
But you could really use a hand.
An accessory.
I needed someone to lean on.
So we both grabbed a leg,
And drug him to the deep end.
As we dropped him in,
Three more bodies rose.
God ****** girl,
What have you done?
She said "****** boy,
You just don't understand.
There's no God here,
So turn to the ocean."

So now I stand opposed,
And there you sit in shock.
As we're both disposed,
And you exhaust the clock.
You'll try you're best,
To rebuild the bridge,
But theres no point.
I already burned it.

To drop a gaurd?
To find some strength?
Or to continue to leave you at,
An arms length?
You're messages get so ******* mixed.
It's like you **** with my head every chance you get.

She chaufered me,
To the tip of her pistol.
I found a repeat crime,
I found another question.
I found my way,
to the ocean floor,
and when you turned your back,
I swam for the shore.
I rose from the water,
Just my wound in hand.
If one bullet wasn't enough,
You prayed the drowning had been.
You said it yourself,
So now I'll say it back.
There's no God here,
**So count your blessings,

I'm stuck here in my sense of defeat.
I should collapse. I should retreat.
I should give up.
I don't know why,
I even roll out of bed sometimes.
Woe is me
I'm so melancholy.
And your all invited to my pity party.
Now I'm finally calm.
The waters still.
The storms have past.
Puddles filled.
Get out of the dirt.
Leave the dark room.
Isolation is the farthest thing from a tool.

The days of the week bleed together like watercolor memories of a clumsy painter.
Find your question,
Solve your puzzle.
Make yourself shine in a box of dull lightbulbs

"I was born into a floating sphere in space,
And I'm not sure what to make of this place."

So what the hell am I here for?
And what am I thinking?
I'm in a generation that just can't stop screaming.


But I'm still standing.