typos are their,
to sea if you care.
your the only one,
whose going to dare.

if you're reading this,
and you're feeling alone,
if you're reading this,
and you're feeling unknown,
if you're reading this,
and you know who i am,
if you're reading this,
and you don't give a ****,
if you're reading this -
and i know that you are -
if you're reading this,
you're still the brightest star.

Knock knock.                     “Are you home?”

Text chimes.                         “Are you alone?”

Phone calls.                       “Are you alright?”

Face the signs,              “Let’s call it a night.”

Back to back.    “We never said it was love.”

Drawing lines.                “But maybe it was.”

They tell me stick close,
To the devil I know.
It has to be better,
Than facing unknowns

But the devil I know
Doesn’t kiss like you do,
Doesn’t hold my heart carefully,
And promise he’s true.

The devil I know,
With his familiar face,
Doesn’t captivate me
In all of your ways.

Just one more hit,
One more night spent alone,
And then I’ll go home,
To the devil I know.

I’m a little out of order.
I am slightly out of sorts.
I’m done trading thoughts for pennies,
When they’re worth so much more.

I think if you just tapped me,
Or put a pen inside my hand,
Turn me off, then on again
Or tell me your demands -

Then maybe I’ll get better.
And things won’t seem so hard.
I’m a little out of order,  
But my wounds will someday scar.

So run your fingers over me,
Think of how I used to feel.
Trace the marks from left to right,
And know that love is real.

I’m just a little out of order,
It’s nothing I can’t mend.
So lighten up, refill my cup,
I’ll be fine, my friend.

Imitation and replications,
Concentration on reputations.
A combination of limitations -
Fascination turned frustration

Admiration and dedication,
Morphing into a damnation.
We’ve lost all sophistication,
By giving into our temptation.