Your drinking debt have brought his end,
your lover's last kiss brings the final deal,
a letter on your table and tightly pulled rope.
Does kissing death count as cheating?

I remember reading,
Reading into you,
Your paper skin and ink eyes,
You were born to be a book.

I remember thinking,
Remarking,
You had no heart and I new it,
I loved you for it.

We were paper dolls,
White wash skin and type stained hair,
We were wishes on a rainy day,
Living to be forgotten.

You saved me from a fire,
Unaware,
unaware of my tumbling bricks,
You saved my soul and kept on running,
Leaving me for the dust.

I used to wish,
I wished so hard,
To have been born your heart instead,
Feeling nothing, cease existing,
I would have kept you happy,
I would have kept your warm,
I would have kept you alive.

Blink slow,
let your cold winds blow,
calm your breathing,
cease your moving,
you're touching the silicone sadness.

We're rushing and running,
forever tumbling,
the human race is dying,
Forever lying, never trying.

Touch, touch the silicone sadness.
But don't sink into it,
Don't let it freeze you,
Keep you,
infinitely inside you.

Fight until your dying breath,
relentless to the very end,
Never stopping, sometimes slowing,
but move, MOVE!
Don't let yourself taste the end.

Our silly silicone sadness,
we can halt, forever speeding cars,
never gelatin.

Have you tasted it?
The sadness?
Have you watched the word slow?
Felt the coldness seep beneath your skin?
their eyes all turn away?

I remember the day I confessed to you,
I remember the terrible lightness of a painful release,
The three days I waited for a reply.

Kota, You hit my achille's heal as you shot me down,
You called me quiet as you brushed my heart off casually,
You didn't hear the sounds of broken glass either.

Thats my only regret,
That I let the boy that broke me when he fixed me call me quiet.

Concave lenses and glass vases,
we all curl when we are heated.
The twitching of eyelashes,
the tightening of your torso,
the retching noises.
We were born to be broken.

I see it, the heaviness on your eyes,
the shyness of your teeth.
Smiling's hard, oh so hard.

I see the little things,
The slumping
When you look away,
How silent we've become...

Hey... I think someday I might love you like that.
That maybe you might send the spark to start a fire in my heart,
But right now?
Right now, I'm frozen and afraid.
I've forgotten how to love.

I need time to heal and recover,
I need to clear the blindness,
I need to get a breath of fresh air, unclouded by emotion,
Feeling, love, regret,
I'm bound too tight.

I need a place to hide for a while,
Left alone to relax.
But I'm afraid to ask you to wait, or just let me go for a while.
Afraid to make your smiles heavier.

Cause your smiles have become a part of my skies.

So please, please, just don't stake too much of your world on me?
I'm not stable enough to stand on.

Happiness is a bird, spreading its wings and letting us fly a little before we fall.
The liberation of the fall, the cool of the burn, the apathy within the pain.
We are free within our losing, moving, moving, swinging, swinging, always winning.
Our souls let go with the slightest inclemency, our kindest killing.
I am happy, oh so happy, letting go.
You've truly saved my soul, wishing, wishing me goodbye.
No one ties, no more shackles, my heart, my soul, I'm free,
Because now? Its just me.