The water Is wide, white as ******* eyes. And I stand at the road pleading to god to see headlights.                              

Stand cold and shivering. Insecurity, Center dividers and purgatory.    

This is what we know and it wont change anytime soon.                                  

My cup runneth over.

Our Armories,                                                                                            

We are all just mirror images, ugliness clearer then your eyes laid shut while you’re tossing and turning at night.

Its all pain seeping through wires, in my veins and onto my skin.

The pain, It fills me up. Fills me up like this waitress fills my coffee cup.

I pray to god you make it wine, sweater to the tongue.

And if this may pass, god grant me the power to see past insecurities.

And this may pass please throw away all my ***** bed sheets.

This is the differences between cancer and divorce.

This is your soundtrack to a ****.

This is your abandoned song.

Breath cancer and bend your own will.

- MW