I don't know what could get to you.
Your skin is stone, I thought you knew.
I've been shooting in the dark at you,
to make visible your new found wounds.

So, I've gotta ask
and I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?
I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.

Window sun with no breeze in tow.
Late night love and a warm ride home.
All of that with a helping hand
brings up one thing that I've got to ask.

I've got to ask
and I need to know
A little bit about what your heart calls home.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know
a little bit about a place you've always known.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.

God, I'm wondering how to find myself.
Still, it seems I never will.
Yet, I keep looking on and on.
Come on, show me something real.

Oh, I can't help but to wonder who I am.
So do pray tell- I'm your lover, not a friend.
Oh, I can't help but to never understand.
So do pray tell- and I hope to hell you can.

I said I'd never let you be the one.
You said, "You're always wrong.
You know you're always wrong."

You said you'd never let me be the one.
I said, "You're always wrong.
I know you're always wrong."

I was only three days in
on my journey across a desert
when my body just gave in
and laid down itself for comfort.

When I would close my eyes,
I couldn't hardly see.
Then a man made out of rock
shook the sand beneath my feet.

He was a man of few words;
not-so-subtle in his approach.
He reached for my hand
and offered me his home.

I woke up in a cave
in a tattered woolen cloak
by a fire burning softly
like a song sung out of hope.

Time dragged on forever
before I decided to leave.
I put a knife right through my friend
and I left him there to bleed.

Do I prey on the weak
or do they prey on me?
Is it some collaboration
that I have yet to see?

Now when I close my eyes,
I can't hardly see.
The sand fills up my throat
until I can barely breathe.

The smolderdash?  I must confess:
A smolder shouldn't act so fast.
But, killer Queens with judgement passed
can get you headless first and last.

Don't you see this catastrophe
has violently encircled me?
It's  in that turn and descending fall
that my words condescend us, one in all.

Pick me up's and put me down's.
We can't feel the world go 'round.
What a lovely cap and gown,
let's graduate out of this town.

If you think that I am over this,
you better start to pray you're missed.
Smolderdash those fire-pants,
your white-hot lies will never last.

If you knew I had you figured out,
you might cease to be.
I see through your encryptions now.
It came so easily.

You're as rare as a Garganey,
but speak in Parakeet.
You're flightless like the Dodo bird,
but, like a Nightingale, you sing.

I thought I saw your body washing
up and down the beach.
Instead I must have seen your ghost
doing a dance for me.

I can't say that I've seen your face.
It remains a mystery.
The next time that you show your face,
I hope that you show me.

I just barely realized I can see.
I'll be the better man, I swear I can.
I just barely realized I can see.

I just barely realized I can breathe.
I'll make the best of this broken hand, I swear I can.
I just barely realized I can breathe.

Just barely realized I can see.
Just realized how much you can mean to me.

You come around like loops in songs.
I'm always here, but I always seem gone.

You've been eating lies like Christians eat god.
I've been denying that I could ever be wrong.

You make me feel as small as a pin.
I make you feel unimaginably big.

You are a standard held entirely too high.
I'm just another sad sack,  I'm just another guy.

over this tree
and under these clouds
is the space between
that she calls home.

while every color turns to white,
every color leaves at night.
laying down just feels so right
when i close my eyes to glittersight.

I've got mouths for eyes and they'll eat you alive.
There's a plan to catch up and we'll get there in time.
The word's greatest shame is not one to despise.
A boy named Struggle is a boy that survives.

To the people of the former plant Earth:
Who in the **** are we now?
The time police have been cracking down.
We've dug a hole and we can't get out.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
We've been wearing the stars as a crown,
but if we get a chance to really look around,
we have to disambiguate all that we have found.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
Whatever plans you have made, disregard them.
Any belongings you've saved, please discard them.
For the crimes you committed, there isn't cause for a pardon.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
What do we have to say for ourselves now?
The time police have been strutting around
and we're letting them win, because we don't know how.

We are the people of the former planet Earth.

When I say, 'forever,'
what I mean is, 'never.'
The failures that we'll discover
will go perfect together.

I don't keep a chest full of secrets.
I keep a chest full of heart.
My dissolution is a dying art.

Come on, pull it together.
The storm has been weathered.
When I say, 'forever,'
what I mean is, 'never.'

These are the words that I can't say out loud;
a whole mess of sorrow I've been kicking around.

These are the feelings that I haven't found;
may they come with haste and hope abound.

These are the thoughts with which I am left;
I'm striving for first, but will take second-best.

These are the places I'm dreaming to see;
I hope absolution is waiting for me.

If you were here,
I'd make everything seem better.
I'd take down every single wall
until we had a lack of shelter.

We don't need a form of cover
when we only have each other
and if we don't want to be discovered,
we can go on a run forever.

If you were here,
I'd make the best out of this weather.
I'd spread the clouds across the sky
and help the sun see better.

We might need a little help here,
but we won't need much hereafter.
We won't need to fix disasters,
when we can just count backwards.

If you were here,
you wouldn't need any looking after.
I could set you in my eyes
and be set forever after.

I had an underwater swordfight
with a giant squid.
The only way to win
was by severing the head.

He had eyes the size of skies;
a heavyweight leviathan
with perfect purple skin
spanning 1000 mile limbs.

There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
The monster that was slain
had been slain by only me.

There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
There was blood in the water,
but it wasn't from me.

Just a few,
Just for you.
Let's just see what we can do.
One last reply,
just for the night.
At least we're doing something right.

Could
you
come
to?

Just a few,
just for you.
We don't aim before we shoot.
One more good time,
before goodbyes.
We always have a chance in sight.

Would
you
come
to?

Just a few,
Just for you.

We don't aim
before we shoot.

I am going to live forever-
A time thief until I die.
That may seem contradictory,
but you'll understand in time.

I'm some kind of salesman,
but I'm never keeping stock.
I don't endure the door-to-door
or walk from block to block.

What I can do is take your soul
in exchange for what you want.
Desperation fills my thoughts,
so let's just see what you have got.

I thought I had myself in chains,
but something new led me astray.
I'm blowing all the rules of play,
but I still live the day-to-day.

Don't sit back,
you will need the edge of your seat.
I don't ever forget.
I want your death on my sleeves.

Welcome to my Monster locker.
The hinges are bending, you *******.
I've started a series of major consumption.
I'll **** your face with mind corruption.

I hope you like the taste of soil.
I'll dig real deep; a six foot toil.
The throne you house is less than royal.
I'm sure you're used to blood that boils.

I don't know if I'm imagining things,
but it feels like things are happening.
I'm smiling like I always do.
But, I'm happier these days, it's true.

I've got my reasons;
I'm not crediting the season.
But, the Sun can help, I know it's true.
It seems as though, it's bleeding through.

I've got my reasons
and don't blame them on the season.
I know it's true- It seems it's true.
The sun is slowly burning through.

I'm not really hard of hearing,
I just don't really care.
I fly through this heart-break city
like the wind in your hair.

Well, I've baited the hook
with the excuse that you took.
I could be a professional liar,
but couldn't make it as an actor.

I've been writing a script
free of any old glitch
just to make my point hit
like a *******.

I'm a sponge-like body
with a hint of faith
and I tell everybody
that I'm all but a fake.

I'm not really hard of hearing,
but skulls are pretty hard to break through.
I am a breeze made of healing
that you shouldn't just be an irate fool.

I'm not beyond feeling
and I seem like I care.
I show the face of an iceberg-
but, the bottom is there.

I'll be breaking the right things,
but good things see repair.
I hope you don't despise me,
but I'm pulling at despair.

Let's say a godsend is just a dishonorable mention
and that we improve ourselves with our own inventions.
Then, would we have the right intention
to merely carry on without discretion?

Let's say that you and I are real
and these miracles that plain to see.
Let's take two steps back and fit the bill,
while the ticket still has vacancy.


I propose that we just live
and swear to you I'll die by this.
Connect our senses with a kiss.
Let's breed romance with hopelessness.

I live and die by what I know
and always question what I'm told.
I'd like to see what you can show.
Your privacy is getting old.

I love my pollinated face of aces,
crooked teeth and crooked places.

I love hacked up black lungs, ladders with trick rungs,
pictures that aren't done and the smell of smoking guns.

I love to get sick for no good reason
with sweet chapped lips at the end of the season.

I love governing my heart like this
and speeding up my thought process.

I love piles of smiles and under-minded denials.
I love everything about life.

if I could make ends meet,
I would tie them together-
I would keep them held close
and live off of them forever.

money isn't happiness,
but they have some things in common.
both money and happiness
are a necessity to keep from falling.

*******,
Struggle City

1: "What if things died in the Spring
and all bloomed in the Fall;
with the Summer still warm
and the Winter still cold?"

2: "What if the minute we awake
is the minute we sleep?
So, when eyes are kept shut,
they are open to see?"

1: "What if we've got it all wrong,
but we've always been right?
What if mornings are evenings
and daytime is night?"

2: "What if up has been down
and East has been West?
What if people at their worst
are people at their best?"

1: "That would be weird."

2: "Yeah, way weird."

My lungs could inhale the sky;
clouds could fill these lungs of mine.
My voice could drown out the sound of rain
and its power could derail a speeding train.

When I walk, I make the world shake.
Heaven and Hell, they feel me the same.
I make the earth flat when it ought to be round
and my echo sounds how giants ought to sound.

You're as subtle as separate rooms in sitcoms.
Your conversations scatter like inhuman ****-bombs.

You're on your way to truth
and there's just no stopping you.
Save us the romantic, apologetic 'maybe.'
Save us the wrecking ball that we've raised like a baby.
There's just no stopping you.
I'm put out by the news.
Let's let the bias be the judge between me and you.

I'm as genuine as greeting cards on birthdays.
The only way to settle is to see how I play.
You sang your song and screamed during your recital.
You've soaked up many spills of plausible denial.

I can't stand the sight of you.
You're frightened by the truth.
I'm stifled by the way that no one is as weak you.

I can't say that I'll make it out;
truth be told I'm lost here.
But, if I can just keep trudging on;
I'm sure to make it somewhere.

I've been dead to me.
I've been dead to you.
I haven't seen clearly,
like you always do.
But, I'm seeing now.
I'm believing now.
At least I know where
I've been sleeping now.

I haven't breathed in air in so **** long.
I haven't seen the sun in so **** long.
I haven't walked on land in so **** long.
I've been sleeping with the fishes;
I've been singing this song.

God, I've made a mess of things;
conducted hate and suffering.
I don't take advice for anything.
I'm a humble pie that's blistering.

I've been dead to me.
I've been dead to you.
I haven't seen clearly
like you always do.
But, I'm seeing now.
I'm believing now.
At least I know where
I've been sleeping now.

I haven't breathed in air in so **** long.
I haven't seen the sun in so **** long.
I haven't walked on land in so **** long.
I've been sleeping with the fishes and singing this song.

Tell me not to die inside.
Tell me not to blink.
Tell me its not wrong to hide
the secrets that we keep.

Tell me that it's all alright.
Tell me we aren't weak.
Inspiration in disguise
is spilling out of me.

Tell me that the hurt inside
is cured by our beliefs.
A prayer can save a lonely night
when it's just too dark to see.

Tell me we were wrong to start;
not wrong to make believe.
The cover that hides in the dark
is only enough for me.

I'm like change in your pocket
when you have nothing left.
I could be where your turn to
when you can't get the best.
I'm a mess and a half;
I'm the one to forget.
I can't keep myself warm
without a heart in my chest.