sometimes, i think of death.
sometimes, i think of what it would be like.
i lie on my back and stare at the stars
wondering what would happen if gravity turned off and i fell into the sky.
fell into something endless,
something much bigger than i am.
i wonder if that's what it feels like to die.
sometimes,
i wonder.

my heart is tattooed
with the ink from your skin
my mind is rescued
with every word from your lips,

so stay and grow old with me,
hold my hand the whole way through,
i'll love you 'till hell is ice cold
just as long as you'll love me too

start
no
stop
go
it hurts
you're fine
i'm dying
you're trying
i can't
you will
i'll do it
stay still
only one
then some more
start with two
turns into four
start
no
stop
go

real people with real problems
stuck in an imaginary wonderland,
hiding under lies, because
what i've been running from has found me

A fight to the top
As we work our way
To the bottom.
A twisted happiness with every tear that’s shed.
Paranoia with every truth that’s told.
A smile that means help,
A shout that means love,
A fear that means loyalty.
An ice cube that’s melting,
A lunch that’s getting cold,
And a story that’s worth telling.