We don't know where we're going,
or what we're doing.
We don't know what happens next
or if we make it.
We don't know if we die
or if we keep fighting.
Sometimes there isn't much of anything.
Life is anticlimatic.
That's it.
That's just it.
Life is anticlimatic.

It's the dying gasps of summer that make me think of you and I,
What we were, what we are, and why.
What is it about anger that's so hard to let go?
Seems that time is required for everything I need to know.
I'm a trip without a destination.
A jumbled mess of indecision and hesitation.
Its this simmering summer heat that makes me think.
Am I to be another fogotten youth seeking solace in a drink?
Sitting in a bar drowning sorrows I've never had.
Watching life race past my window pretending that I'm sad.
I found you in every place I'd never look.
With you caution is another lesson that never took.
Theres that feeling again, you can feel it in the breeze.
It's the kind of feeling that might bring your whole world to its knees.
It's in my head now, it will spend the whole night there.
I could fight it, but it'd be like fighting empty air.
There's this sense of loss I just can't shake.
It keeps me up all night and is with me when I wake.
Loss of something in the deepest part of me.
I need something back so desperately.
Like a step that should be, but isn't.
I am trapped in this self made prison.
All my words are gone, like snow in the heat.
Every attempt is broken and incomplete.
It used to be easy solace in these melodies.
Now only the stretching silence of memories.
It's winter now, all is dead or dying.
Hope is just a bridge I keep buying.
Stoically you stay though things look grim.
Silently you wait to see if I'll sink or swim.
I have become too abstract and static.
A slow, slow build to the anticlimatic.
Even dark and uncertain as it may seem.
I know I need you and everything you mean.
It's the creeping hint of spring that make me thing of you and I.
What we will be, what we've become, and why.
What is it about love that's just impossible to know?
Seems that time is all we need to grow.

"recklessness" does not mean throwing yourself in front of a bus nor does it describe how i feel about you.
how your aura says stop, like the red light i never should've ran
you were once my princess to protect now youre a scratch on my shining armor that refuses to buff, yet id still climb to the top of the highest tower to watch your chest rest and fall in rythmatic sleep, step by step, round and round, losing my breathe in the anticlimatic atmosphere hoping you still could be found
Walt disney once said "the more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique" well tinkerbell never left peter, nor did belle leave the beast, so whats makes you think you can leave me
we're not ken and barbie, this is real life, with real thoughts and real people, leave the plastic realm behind, face your problems
you were always best a throwing phones and slamming doors, i never thought i'd be locked on the other side while everything crashed into bits and pieces, like my heart
you tied my heart to an anchor now im drowning in false childhood memories.
MY HEAD WAS A HOT AIR BALLOON THAT YOU FILLED WITH DECEITS , MY MIND WAS A KITE YOU CUT WITH YOUR WHIPLIKE SHARP TONGUE TELLING ME YOUD ALWAYS BE HERE
YOURE NOT MUCH OF A ROLE MODEL, THE ONLY THING YOU EVER TAUGHT ME WAS HOW TO GIVE IN AND WALK OUT BUT ******* IT I LOVE YOU ANYWAY
I MISS YOU LIKE THE SNOW MISSES THE SUN ON A COLD WINTERS DAY AND HOW THE BEACH LOVES THE SALTY OASIS AND I SWEAR THERE WILL COME A DAY THAT YOU WILL COME BACK TO ME BECAUSE WE'RE TWO ******* HALVES OF THE SAME SOUL