Rather be deluded than diluted. Like your personality that wilts in the presence of radiance. I hug the shadow while you embrace the darkness. See the difference?

I'm coming down
But I'm still racing
Burnt out
Too many cigarettes

And my dreams are usually at full speed
In the arms of REM sleep
So tell me why, as my body was flyin'
I was in the wicked garden all night

I had a knife in my pocket in the closet
I had my clothes on in the bathtub
Sister tells me I need to run
But I missed the starting gun
And all old friends were in on it
A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist
And I remember the 7-11
And all the fish dying as they went to heaven
Sister tell me what I have to do
She says a train is coming through
Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop
With nothing but a knife in my pocket

My subconscious feels really low
As these speed dreams move so slow
Burnt out, as I light another smoke
Why does it always come down to That motto

Broken shards of coffee glass, french vanilla
Chinese food and a long walk home
Wasn't ready to get on the bus
Got a job than lost it
To a roommate who seduced my one true love until he left
Then he showed up-
A face from the past who loved hockey
And he didn't make me sing about my leather-
He just wanted me to laugh and dance
And reminded me of its vitality
Back to vanilla coffee glass and Chinese
Still not ready to get on the bus
(It's gonna be a long walk home)

Are you ready to come in
Learn to swim
Or are you in on it
I feel Pele
Inside of me
Raging like the waves
Penny for my thoughts
At what cost
Piggy bank overflowing
Not enough time
Not enough rhyme
Too much furniture
So I strike the flame
Take back the name
Peel the layers with a pen
Cause it's cheap to be sane
When you're in the game
Where's the envoy in this cosmic bend

You say I don't live in the real world
Well, I'm glad I don't
It would eat me alive
It's already eaten me alive
You say I reach too much for band-aids
Well, I'm glad that I do
They encourage me to shut down, reach out-
Even if it's for the advil in the morning
You sit on the edge of my bed and point out my flaws
Well, I'm glad you did
Cause it made me feel like ****
But I realized you're no ally
You only want me around to please you; then you leave me behind
Well, I'm glad I know now
That I can always count on you for something
And fool me twice, shame on me
You say I'm garbage cause I live on cheap rent
Well, it's good to know gossip runs in the family
Cause I forgot life is like high school with bigger stakes
Like the one you stick in my heart every time you talk about money
You say you can't make it to the show
Well, I sense your tone
It seems like you'd lend me your coat
When you rather me shiver to the bone
You say you know nothing
Well, I sense you know everything
Now that I spelled it out in ink
Cause it's clear the blood was lacking

Don't have the capacity to hate
Still the taste of bated breath smells metallic
So many ideas in so little time
They delete my files as I dissect importance
Now the melodies have been corrupted
Except for the blue star lullaby
And right now that's the only thing that makes sense...
But why make sense? Why reason? Why pry?
You've only proven just how green your sky is-
Ironic, right?
And no matter what happens I'll never be chained to you
Your bane is that you're not my ghost; not even my vapour
Cause you turned off the music of my memory
And your eyes were never as big as his
Try if you must, but you can't pierce a soul-
You may bruise it, use it, roll around in it for awhile
But it always heals itself
So press down with all your weight
I might break- but I've watched IT bend

Spit the food into my mouth so I can swallow
Leave a billow of smoke rings for my pillow
Let me hibernate under the unforgiving sun
Let me be a simple person in my next incarnation

As we light our cigarettes, let's make a pact
To be the duet that no one can forget
You can promise me fairy-tales, butterflies and moonbeams
I can promise you to be no one else but me

Eat the mosquito's eggs so I can swim in the pond
Leave me alone when I have headphones on
Let me pollinate my mind whenever I want
Let me be a secret, open book- like the chosen one

As we toast to the big empty sky
To be a surprise of only the good kind
You can promise to love me even when I'm a train-wreck
I can write you songs that give a pleasant tingling to your neck