Perfect life
Perfect story
Perfect house
Sorta boring

White fences
Picket, at that
Not a bug
Nor a rat

No specks of dust
No dark spaces
But our heads
Are filled with dark faces

That stare us down
And steal our originality
We don't have a "home"
Our future's a dark alley

I can see your hand
It's right in front of me
Reaching
     Reaching
          Reaching

I'm tempted to grab
But I'm afraid of the one thing that could happen
Falling
     Falling
          **Falling

And the night pressed itself down
Flushed against the car doors
The fog creeped up the windows
Steamy and warm compared to the biting chill of the outside air
The fog became thick
As did the air surrounding them in the car
And the car shook rhythmically like a boat lost at sea
Gentle howls of wind like wailing ghosts
Spilling from all cracks
And forever they'll remember the moon

You try and you try
That ladder that you climb
Crumbles underneath your hands

You hold yourself close
You refuse to let go
But soon it's so bad, you can't even stand

There she is, beauty, it's true
She's waiting there, waiting for you

So you grab onto the ladder
And you pull yourself up
To get to her, there's some **** to go through

His warm chest drew me in as his arms guided me to lay
We stared at the stars on a quilted blanket that we found in the cupboard
Neither of us knows whose it is or how it came to be in our possession
And he kissed my forehead
To my temple
To my cheek
To my nose
To my chin
To my lips
..slowly..
..slower..
And we vanish into the hold of the other..

You are an ***
That is true
I can't quite think
Of anything good about you

You harass many
Apparently it's fun
I listen to your ******* jokes
Hey, are you yet done?