I wanna write about how you make me feel and who makes me feel what.
How much of my emotions are influenced?
How much of my emotions are mine?
I realize that time makes it easier to distance ourselves from turmoil once so close.
When it stares you in the face, obnoxious and intolerable... not even the greenest grass can catch your eye.
Maybe its not either of you, maybe its not any of you.
I'm kinda thinking its just me.

Homegrown apathy.
Self inflicted bliss.

Sweet words and honest eyes
A soul that I can see

Inspiration sits on me
a king or a goblin?
with the most encouraging smile

on fire and submerged without a clue or a query.
Ash my feelings, lights burn out.
Cant trust it'll stay the same as we grow father from this.
Your mind is right until its wrong, until its different, until you turn your head.