To the late night train
You hop on and off of
Making frequent stops
Working overnight for your enjoyment
Over worked and used
Is no longer in service
We had to realign ourselves

You go out late
at night, and i stay here,
picking up the pieces
of the mess you left behind.

(i am the mess you left behind
and i spend the night
picking up the broken
pieces of myself.)

Battling ignorance
Is putting a knife to my throat
One mistaken word
I hold the danger to be assaulted
As a result the blade slits me open


Battling ignorance
Can be withdrawing the knife
When people digest
That I am a human
And they respect me

Pad and pen,
here are Casey’s thoughts again...

Driving down the highway, Jason is strapped in because Casey’s in denial again. She doesn’t want to lose her little one.

Wake up Casey, you’re dreaming. He’s gone.
You drove under the influence.
What’s wrong with you?  
This is what you get. He’s never coming back.

Driving silent like a mime with its mouth sewn shut.
You’re just like a mime, living in a black and white world.
You’re gray matter Case.
You’re a nut-case.
Where’d you put your straight jacket?

You hit your brakes to assure Jason will be safe.
Convinced that at every intersection there’s a conspiracy against you,
sure to get hit.

But Casey, it’s too late. This is what you get.
He’s never coming back.

Why’d you have to reach for more?



Lock her up.
Strap her in.

Casey's off the deep end... again.

A cold wind dashes through me like a dart
Calling out a name, a name I dare not speak
Piercing through my skin and into my heart
I ask myself what does it beskeak

One day it won't feel like a trainwreck
Suddenly every weight will be lifted off
My shoulders.
I need this. What can I accomplish now?
This

Here

Now
You needed my time, I'm saying
Everything's fine; I mean everything happens but may not happen for our own benefit.

Every night when i close my eyes
i see you
just you staring into me intuitively
and i continue wishing
to undo
you
from my memory.