Flailing your arms in the air
Lord I've seen too much of this life.
Well **** it.
I don't care.
Neon lights are shining so bright
In my face
I can't
See
Where I am going anymore

Take Me Out
Take Me Out

Busses and trains.
Driving people in circles,
where they'll remain.

Nothing is gonna change.
Give up.
Do what you want.
Stop playing your ****** up game.

Just relax.
But hold on tight,
it's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Take me down.
Take me down.

Take me out
of my body
my mind  
of my soul.

Take me out
because I see what we're headed for
Oh yeah.

I know what we're headed for.
I know what we're headed for.
I know what we're headed for.
I know what we're headed for.

Aimless as we are
Drifting thru the somber sights
Drifting thru street lights

Directing us to the never clear

Late nights alongside a fearful
Fantasy

I drive her home as her favorite melody
repeats in our heads
It's as if we've loved perpetually
And resented somewhere in between
However, the case is we will never know how much really lies there for the other
Regardless of ulterior endeavors
& Alternative societies that will
keep us mirrored
Whether it is one-way, anyhow.

something.
is it the sparkle in your eye?
was it the crinkle in your smile?
maybe it was the way your lips moved when you said my name.
or perhaps the soft warm touch of your petal smooth skin.

something.
one of those things or perhaps the sum of them brought back feelings i had thought had been buried.
like spirits on a bewitched night, my feelings for you started to wake.
everything and nothing in me tried to hold it back.


you are something.

Its neither here nor there.
Always watching.
Seemingly waiting.
But more off to the side.
Like a sibling forced into pickup duty.
Three minutes go by.
And the inevitable call is made.
Anger and impatience swell with every unanswered ring.
No one asked to be apart of this incessant dance.
The beat is always off.
Even the tune is becoming bothersome.
What prize is there for those that acomplish indifference.
When the winner is dragging their feet to the podium.
No one is willing to listen.
Any exchange at this point brings nothing but fire.
A molotov with no fuel.
For in the end.
It all just hangs their in the precious balance.
Like the suit thats a little to big to wear in the corner of the closet.
Sitting there.
Collecting days.
Until the night comes.
Just to be overlooked.

Overcast and gloom
Completely colorless
In utter helplessness
Suffocated in clouds of black
Nights I lay restless
Days I feel reckless
I wish I could go back
To when smiles were genuine
To when yellows and pinks
Supressed blues and greys
An internal storm is stirring
From darkness and dolour
Cheers to the day I see colour