In my mind I'm constantly practicing this speech
that's probably going to be my eulogy

In my mind I'm rehearsing
In my mind I'm going over this

You apologize, but what does that mean?
Would it mean it wouldn't have happened if you only knew
would your actions have changed?
no, but its not that it was stolen
its that i let go of an empty shell,
a fragment of its former self
not the thing i once knew
and you took that.

That's what you think you stole from me
something for which you felt
you owed an apology.

The blood on my hands is purely yours
I could wash it off though.
I don't know if i ever would want to.
we are alone because we are simply to small to notice

Nothing in my mind
that can make me more interesting

There is nothing I can do
to seem important.

There is nothing I can become
to be the one.

I will have never been and
that's the fear that consumes me.

This is what it feels like
when you're unable to win.
This is what it feels like
when you're betrayed at every turn.

Cheshire cats will grin,
and I will be
amongst them

we said
I've been awhile
I've been along
we've taken all of our time.

you viewed me in the branches
you've seen me in the light
this tree has faded
the suns burnt
and its all gone to night

"Chased around"
she sung in the night
I can no longer relate
I know what they mean,
and i knew when i thought the same
but i can no longer relate.

Hands above the bed
orbs above our heads
counting fingers
pressing against the air
trying to see but nothing is there
the young man nailed to the wall
with the dark circles under his lies.