You were never the kind
Of person
Who could
Get comfortable, who could settle down.
I felt the uprooting.
You set fire to this house
You let the smoke rise,
Before you warned me of danger.
Only when you were safe,
Could I be warned.
By then it was too late.
I had already suffocated.

Your spine curves like a saxophone,
I intend to play our symphonies
on the pearls that decorate your skin,
That trumpet in your throat sings
loud and full of life,
Please share it with me tonight,
The metronome across your chest
is a warm reminder of who I have
been looking for,
We do not even notice the broken
strings we share in our necks,
looked past tongue tied apologies
in the midmorning outros,
lay with me here tonight,
as if we were a chorus,
in just the right tune

I am not a billboard.
I will not catch your eye
I am not made of plastic
And I am not lit with flickering lights.
No, I am not her
No, it's only me.
I hate to disappoint you,
But I'm not even half as bright.
She has a face that makes you want to die,
from delight.
Well I've got a face that makes you want to die,
from disgust.
Her eyes dance like the sun's beams,
And they will skip into your heart.
My eyes won't warm you,
They'll give you frostbite instead.
Her flames start to rise,
The fire grows wild.
Even I start to melt,
She is contagious.
She is out of control,
She is out of sight.
I am not her,
I am frozen just where I am.
She left you,
She will forget.
I will not leave you
I will never forget.

It's like I can finally breath
Like all the weight
Has lifted off my shoulders
All my problems
Are just gone
All I see is her
All I notice is her
She's reeled me in so close
Im like putty in her hands
She makes me want to fly
To chase my dreams and soar
When she smiles,
I know its just for me

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

Xeroxed vitals on paperplanes
Crashing into window panes
Broken-heart blisters and voyeuristic veins
Appear and create transparent glass stains
Blue-Green grass on the other side
Laying there, our fathers died
Dreams and streams of alcohol
Run from their mouths with no control.
Shaking, breaking, no where to decompose
Skin peeling off of worn down toes.
Tell me where their love goes
Tell me where their love goes
Everything turned into gun-shy eyes
Blue-lipped Sunday surprise
Bodies breaking into waiting
This is nothing but carbon dating
Bottles breaking of ***** that's so clear
That I won't see until they're near
God and Jesus in picture frames
Suburban families with jungle brains
Broken homes and replacement Brad's
401 k's and missing ads
Finding our homes that aren't so black and white
Let us sleep in our dreams tonight
Validation through our existence
Is dead but still our resistance