Wait, take any poses,
Record the celebration,
Solve, envy, this threat,
Take it by the throat, frown.

Stay ahead of any gossip,
Endure wishlist big mouths,
As if this day is the last,
It's like he's already nobody's.

Don't hesitate too long,
Leave tomorrow on someone's nonsense,
Get tired, pretend, get even,
I understand where the "yes", I understand where the "no".

A foolproof plan
is only as foolproof as the fool
that came up with the plan

The thing about
not planning
is that you're
planning on it

We are building New Babylon
out of carcasses and bones,
repeating the design flaws
of ancestors,
undoing our future,
sealing the destiny
for generations to come,
We are the very stones
built into these walls,
the same ones we throw
when we turn on our own.
And these stones
are what our hearts are made of.
Our thoughts are but paper
forgotten tomes, decaying pages.
Redundant and irrelevant
is what we have become.
Behold the great construction
of our ultimate destruction.

i don't have a plan
i can't find the time
i don't have the skills

i can't seem to start it
i don't want to touch it
i can't think about it

i want to do it
i want to finish
i just want it done

I'm an old man
I've seen my fair share
And you've got no plan
Going without a care

You thought you could take me for a spin
Dip your toes in the pool
But you could never win
And it's you who's the fool

You blew your chance
Having walked away
Go have a dance
You don't get my pay

All you do is lie
And I'm going to sleep
Go have a cry
I won't watch you weep

i hope no one can see the taste of your tongue on my lips
drenched in my skin
admitting where i've been
i hope no one notices your perfume that i wave like a white flag
"its complicated," i tell them
because i cannot fall for you again.
but i want to,
god i want to,
i want to showcase each tattoo you've left on my heart
no matter how big
no matter how small
but your galaxies are not mine to get lost in
your promises not mine to believe in
your words not mine to soak in
but i want them to be.
i hope no one can smell the ink that coats my body after spending short moments in alleys
doing things that lovers are supposed to do
even though i am not the arms you're falling asleep to
i hope no one can hear my heart race as i realize
this is not your first time breaking me this way
nor your last
and i know i should pull away
and i know i shouldn't melt this way
and i know that before falling for you, there's probably things i should do
to prevent the outcome, you know
but i don't
i dig my hands into your hair
into your skin
my lips into your lips
and i die and cry and die
i know this is suicide
so what's my master plan?
hoping no one can sense me falling for you again.