You grasp for something just out of your reach.
It's there, and you can see it, but you're scared.
And it's that fear that's lengthening the distance;
You're lost, and want someone who really cares.

You need to reach, you need to strike the fear down
And be yourself; be who you really are.
Turn your back on darkness, laugh out loud.
Be full of life, and shining like a star.

I wish you'd take

off
     your
              mask

and be mine.

To your can't, I say won't,
and that's fine, love. That's fine.
To your try, I say don't,
and that's fine, love. That's fine.
To each failed attempt,
I say wasted ambition.
To your look of confusion,
I say you wouldn't listen.
To your heartfelt regret,
I say no need, it's fine.
I felt loved for a while
and that's mine, love. That's mine.

This One Time,
                        I stripped naked
        and ****** my couch.
This other time
  I threw a copy of The Fountainhead
at an RV moving at 64 miles an hour
  I have a tree
            In the foothills
    named Clementine Valencia Jeff
  and the same day, me and John
made a religion with Adam based
       on cloud formations
      You see, I'm a weird guy
         I got
           I got problems
      I see a therapist
           Her name's Rhonda
        She likes Batmaa aaaaan
     She sees people worse than me
        but recognizes I got problems
     and she
         she tries to help
       cause
            cause I got problems
      and the
         and the problem
                   with having problems
         is
           is function
   You
         You can't do anything
  You live to defy expectation
  And - and it's really hard
     to get into college
    You never really get accepted
       and and
            and even if
        even if you do you
            you
               you never really accept that
  It's hard out there for a freak
I get lost within my own
       ridiculous quandaries
  You feel like you're not
    you're not built right
      like something's wrong
  and you just punch and
    and kick and
       and destroy
   Whatever feels des-
           destroy able because it gives
   purpose
     Bu
       But I finally think I -I
               found my mantra
My my
       My compass thing
   My map whatever


   It has the same number of
letters of something very very dear
     to me
   and
      and that holds meaning
  I
    I wrote it on the back of my door
      my door
  and- and I sprayed it on a
           shirt
  I actually got it from a videogame with
   with a
    with Ayn Randian themes
   It's religious
  and
   and every night now
before I go to sleep
     I
       I- I look into Neil Patrick Harris's
        eyes
   feel the warmth of my wonderful blanket
  admire some handiwork
    read about serial arson
close my eyes and tell myself
     She is our Salvation

not all black
     are Evil;
not all white
     are God.

There's footsteps all over me..
maybe I should stand up.

I don't have walls
rather fences
your brain could hop

And ever since that dark Wednesday
Your kiss is flat and empty
Maybe you'll never be coming back
Maybe you'll never come to save me

I am constantly reminded of you sourly-choiced absense
And I will not forget
The feeling I would get with one kiss

And every night
And every day
I dream about our past
Why can't these demons let me go to sleep?
Why can't you come back to save me?