I know I am acting strange
but you asked for all of me
So here I am, in dirt and grit
Do with me what you will
Fulfillment's overrated
and now I'm seeing stars
Disoriented on a train track
I'm working myself to the bone
a war I've already won
Though they see me as weak,
I could do this for hours . . .
I'll staple your notes to the ceiling
Just to fall asleep to you
I'm stealing satisfaction
as you steal your parent's car
for a stolen moment with me
We'll sink too deeply, I don't know why
I'm still so inclined
to leave family behind
Because if you ask me,
Your love is all blind
I laugh when they say bind
No matter what, you'll be forever for me

If I happen to die
Would you remember
the numbers written
On my wrist each night?
When you look at the sky,
do you see what you saw
Before me?

I'm no better
than the girls in the spotlight
Felt older, fell harder
Depicted demise
and I'm tired of listening
to the mindless small talk
With which I cannot engage
For the sake of my sanity.

I'm no less
than the women who pine
Drunk off of one small glass of red wine
When you look, do you see
What I want you to see?

I wish I could say
I wasn't obsessed
but my life is too old to be mine
wither and worn, each day feels
like I've already lived it
years and years ago

this body of mine
like a shell made of wire
a sheet of remiss
over indifferent bliss

I can notice the blood
running from his lips
he was biting his tongue
for the silent dismiss

he stares at me like a nest on a branch
a rarity of the natural world
creatures of anticipation
speaks to me like a spirit through a vent
with a voice so tender, I've come to resent
the aching in my back
for the restless intent

[In sickness you abandoned me,
in health my body had failed] - closing song?

took a happy soul and darkened her
for an empty promise of fulfillment
for one fabulous future

I need more control
never really saying no,
other women are shorting me
of time to be spent with you.
uncommon dread
starts filling my head
you're the only thing that matters in the end

There's a riff that rips at the seams of my memories

Can you hurt yourself to remember

the heaven we gave up on?

Flying high with eyes of green

King of the underground music scene

And me, in the woodwork

Desperate for a darker fix

A flawless fuse, but our love has been shorted.