All these people with there painted faces
Relaying images of there favorite places
Completely disillusioned by the fact that were all still alive
Though we strive for a greater goal it seems to be fruitless to the thought of growing old 
Together we will stand
We fight for our freedom, divided by the cost of ones wallet
Call it what you may, but if you were like me, you would sit and pray for one day everything will change
I know it may be thought of as strange
Just don’t turn the page before you've read it first
I know your thirsty my friend
But the end depends on you and what time you decide to spend

Even when she speaks, she's weak, 
Faded from the lack of sleep, 
Crowded by the loneliness of space
Wasted with unwritten ink in her back pocket sinking
Just echoes in her mind
Spinning in circles defined by the past we live
Forgetting the distance of right and wrong 
Before your kindness was wealthy
And your drug abuse was healthy
Replaced by your ways of killing
Swinging on your porch 
Still smiling
Whats there to do when you stop crying

BOTH:

I stay up late to watch the moon rise
As the sun sets, beyond my wiry eyes
Just squinting, until a soft shade of blue turns to black
Lacking the warmth of light as we drift off into this persistent night

HIM:

I inhaled as the beauty only continues to grow 
Much more vibrate, without the need to show
I peer over to a girl, lying on my chest
I feel a comfort like no other, but I seem to forget the rest

HER:
He breathes slowly, fallen from the stars which are glowing
Still the night echoes with the silence of moonlight
I can see his eyes, reflect the luminary object
In which we ponder as if we were imaginary addicts

HIM:

I don’t recall much of my life
Ive failed to remember ever since, that one night
So everyday, at least this is what they tell me
That I must hear a story about my life before it became cloudy

HER:

Without me knowing, he left one night to catch me a star
Actually he was coming home from just another bedtime at the bar
I woke up chilled, phone ringing off the hook 
Wondering where he is, and still I sometimes look

HIM:

She is very beautiful a beauty unlike any other
I try and try but nothing I can remember
Her name elusive to my rusty old brain
I wish I could ask her but I forget how to say

HER:

If he could speak, right now, he would tell me a story
About why the moon is so high and why the stars are so boring
He always knew how to make me laugh, even without words
If only he would have stayed instead of flying away like the birds

HIM:

I wonder how we met was it silhouettes and fallen leaves
Or an inebriated leap of faith as we stumbled into the trees
I hope it was grand, I wish I could know
Why she chose my chest to lay her soft little nose

HER:

I never stop thinking about how, he stole my broken heart
Then put it back together, to then tear apart
It wasn’t his fault, I know he knew what was right
But when the first leaf falls, it starts getting a little colder at night

BOTH:

So I lay here, listening to the essence of night itself
Wishing for no more pain for him or myself
The myriad of stars, isn’t quite what I had in mind
When looking at the universe I can’t help but feel blind

Still the slumbering fog rolls upon your face, 
Unlike the trees as they bleed, behind the hidden bookcase, 
Filling up the spaces in my mind
I stand assertively to the side, with open palms gripping the hand of my wife
As they speak to me that our son is no longer alive
Letting go of a star whose brightness should of outlasted your own,
Leaves me with nothing but shear terror, of the unknown, 
Darkness can’t hold back the emotion in my mind, 
Lined up in a row, 
Being shot at 
One at a time
Just don’t let go
Just don’t let go
Thats all I ******* hear
Nothing but the voice of my son, ringing in my ear
I taught him how to steer
He used to sit on my lap, and shift all the gears
He went off to war, in less than a year
and now he’s gone, 
My heart is forever torn
I wish I could hold him again
Like the day he was born

I speak with her now and again
Well I guess just to be friends
Even though it sends a message that I still depend on well her
I don’t know 
It makes me think about all the nights we wasted on her porch 
Waiting for the sun to scorch our skin 
Every morning on just hollow bliss

I was just sitting there in the box car
Waiting for the train to get me so far away 
I didn’t care anymore
I wasn’t scared 
Just a little unprepared 
But In that same instance I couldn’t believe what my eyes had seen 
Walking through the door
As with the light she gleamed
It was a girl
And she was so beautiful

I still look back on that day
It was the first time I had seen such a face
As hers
Finding out its just a curse
So ill and unrehearsed 
We would lay by the lake 
Watching the stars, and seeing how far we can take our love
Above all 
So perfect I would say

We seemed to never be afraid of anything
We would run around town complaining about the world
And everything we would change
With just a bottle and a tear to save
We’re just time wasters
Dream Chaser 
Cheesy Love Saviors
And everything in-between
And Im ok with that
As long as she’s ok

I remember asking her 
Can I hold your hand
As the moonlight stood up so fast
Those nights
If only they would last a little bit longer
Maybe Id be stronger 
Maybe we could pick our lives and move where its bigger
I hear the city isn’t so bad
I just want you to be happy
With all the room to run free

With this torn up town
We couldn’t find a place to settle down
So every night it would be something different to yell about
Something new that made us storm out
But still that couldn’t break us
I know I wasn’t the best
I got lazy 
I just wouldn’t come out of bed
And I knew That

Please don’t say that
Im not that bad
Im not what the words that have been said
I must be dreaming
I can’t stand the world 
And my wrists are bleeding 
Don’t turn off our love
For the few mistakes that have made all of the above
I hope its not like this
I hope we can recover
Everything is just a blur now

I don’t believe how everything can change so fast
From those endless nights to being alone at last
I miss those days
I know you do to
Its not like me to beg
But please come home soon
I have something better to say
Instead of the same old garbage I shoved down your face

Its been 2 weeks and still nothing
I can’t help but fell responsible for the pain that has been caused
If we could just pause and rewind to the beginning 
Of how we met so blind
So inclined to believe in the lies
With all of my heart still tide so tight
All along with my eyes so wide

Never again will I allow my heart to be open 
To any other feelings
My dreams are the only way to stay sain
I wish the best for you
I wish we could complain like we did
Just a couple of kids 
Leaning on the edge of our eyelids
For the hope that one day we will become greatness

Still I don’t regret on the fact
I know it to be best
For the rest of the world will now be open to my life
And better yet
I will be open to it
Maybe one day we will meet again
In another life and I can save you then
We just needed time to think
To open our minds
Cause Without our dreams we’d sink
 
So This must be it
The end of the story when my fingers can finally quit
Stay home and be alone for a bit
And Im ok with that
Im ok with the experience 
I guess this is just another bliss
I just hope that you won’t think bad of me
Because in the end 
You are truly my everything

Monotonous

Monotonous
The word to describe the imminent danger that we seem to fall into, 
Once we become rhythmically sound, with whats going on, and is around
Just Us
And the world that we’ve been given
We shed, 
Still our dream seem to hide before they ever leave
And will never return
Unless we say 
Please

Falling into the trap that we lay for ourselves
Wrapped up
Just children believe they are aloud to
Become robotic
Sitting on the table chair
Reading hieroglyphs
Under circumstances I declare
That the world is full of simple gifts
Its not the way the we should,
Its not the kind that looks good, on just anybody
Especially me and my family
As we run on the treadmill trying to step further into the sea
But the emptiness, isn’t as clean as I hoped it would be
I still feel things
You know what I mean

Like the way we walk down the side walk
Talking to the trees tripping over rocks
While selling some ****, in your ***** bathroom socks
We can only bring so much attention
To the walls that hold all of our attention
Just long enough to sing the melody
We’ve already heard too much
We understand, but never plan to do anything about it
We allow it
We fall into it
We talk about
But we’re still stuck
Lost in the grip that never loosens
Which will hide the fact that we’re all held in nooses
Being told what to choose
And who loses

But thats not what I would like to see
While I sit on the fence post waiting for the final killing spree
We are not free
Yet
And I still see double when I think about the vet
If I was a dog and had an allergic reaction to some chocolate
It seemed worth it
The pay check I receive seems worth it
When returning to the cushy 1 bed room apartment that I sleep in 
On occasion
I seldom listen 
To just the radio stations
Just to have a little peace 
From the monotony that never seises

If I could envision a place 
Where there is no hate, 
Greed or Selfishness, 
Where people don’t allow themselves to be helpless 
To the ones who bring out the worst in us
It would be great 
Right?
It would so much better
If every letter you received could be read back with a smile

Like a mother when she sees her child, for the first time
And she thinks, what a beautiful life I have made.
It must feel so nice
But whats the reason why we grow up to live and then die 
Is it Because they say dreams are meant for when we sleep
Does that seem right?

Its almost as if the universe brings us down for a reason, 
To keep us in check as with the seasons
Tons and Tons of well rounded garbage
Being feed till our minds ache with discouragement 
Keeping the future blind
I know!!! 
But thats how it seems
At least to Me

For all things that gleam in the ocean
We only see a fraction
Of what our lives could be
Buts that what they want
Isn’t It?
As the expectations keep rising
We seem to find ourselves dying to make our lives unique
Even though every week we’ve spent 
Studying for that test
Cramming for that quiz

Just to see who is more equipped for this new phrase called "Real Life”
Get a load of this
The teachers say
Who can color inside the lines the best
Make sure you remember this because its on the test
But you don’t realize the power you possess

Its funny
I have never heard the teacher say “This is a good to know for “insert real life situation here"
And this is good to know for "insert real life situation here"
Never
Just Get the grade
A's are great
B’s are ok
And C’s are well bad, you must have been led astray
At least thats what my parents would say

I am almost 21
Ive been through grade school and college
With still no knowledge on those 2 simple words
Ive been thinking about this  a lot, and how I ought to do something great'
Something different 
Its unbelievable how many walls I have to overcome in order to change my winter

Even from my parents
Who scoff at the Idea of being different
You Don’t believe in me enough to trust that I won’t end up in handcuffs
No promises of course
I like to take me life one chord at a time
Singing my own melody to my song without rhyme
But the problem with that is
Everyone is afraid of there own bliss

You have to get a job that makes a lot of money
So you can do the things you want
But growing up means you have to make a lot a sacrifices
Which means you can’t do all the things you want
Thats just how it is
Isn’t that just awful?!

We surround ourselves with so much negativity and call it being realistic
We close and lock all of our doors because its safer
Everything is the way it is and thats how it will always be
And know one seems to think there is any other way

Now if everyone just followed those simple rules
We would still be without fire a place to stay cool
So why are we taught to color on the inside
And draw straight lines
When the people that have made the most impact on this place we call Earth
Drew outside the lines, without a ruler
Or even a pencil

Everything has become a cycle
On who's brave and who’s fearful
Change doesn’t have to be sudden or immediate
But in order to change your life you must never quit
Never be content with just ok, and I don’t mean grades
I mean Life
I mean experience 
I mean love
Because Love is really all you need
It really Is