my time is spent in funny ways
my love is spent on solemn Tuesdays
switch my ring, your words still sting
and I'm left to my own devices

you're a color I've never seen before
an act I cannot distinguish
though my love is spent in funny ways
your heart can never hold all of my rage

because what am I to do,
when I wake up with a headache and intent to enjoy
and it's evident in a heartbeat

my violets are withering
my eyes are glazing over
over, begin, what are we to do?

our heat is rising above us
when I was taken to heaven in a mini van
maybe I feel like reliving,
maybe I want to relive
an afternoon with a bad man

wake me up when it's over
wake me up when he's gone
the day is too real to sleep

the urge to give in comes easy

tip your hat, hail a cab
a new destination for you to take me
take my mind, this body's a shell
I can't seem to burden you with a simple farewell

which night out would best suppress
the draining, helpless, high unrest?
your word beckons a solemn walk
up to your damning throne.

give the girl the last of you
the hardships that they've put you through
for today's the bitter end
to an endless raining sky.

my heart beats like hurried footsteps
upon a chest of grief,
but when they follow you around
and scurry through your hollow traps.

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?