How do we reach the end if we are always running away
Scared to death scared to look scared to say
Anything and everything become so mute
Misunderstandings and turning up that's not cute
Running around entertaining yourself for the night
Waking up in the morning to start thinking will I be alright?
The mirror lies while you spit the truth
What's happened next on top of this roof?

Connected like 4, diagonally is how I see
You sitting down the ways from me
You copped a look, pretty sneaky "sis"
Text message, and that look is gone
Attention averted confrontation deserted just no chance
That cursed little machine
Has us all bent out by the seams
Claim we can't live without it
I don't get it, what's the appeal
Words with a background but nothing to feel
No emotion or gestures with some sort of physical appeal, man, what is real
So addicted to this easy living
We forgot where our bodies and mind exist
In this world of technology we are all hurting but firstly inadvertently doomed for eternity

They told me nice guys finish last
It's must be true
Can't find the starting line to find my way to you
You dont seem to mind it's almost sick
I often wonder what makes you tic
Mind games like board games call it sorry
Apologizing but doing it anyway but are we?
Sorry...not sorry

i don't understand it, but i get it
maybe its from lack of self respect.
am i another disposable?
you're the most complex, fascinating human
lots of layers, but i've barely seen the surface
i crave to know you past the flesh.

i can settle for company, false intimacy.
i know im boring and anxious always
but you do mean a lot.
we can go somewhere only we know
see new things together
or something.
i dont know.

your lips spoke the words that have spent so long  slamming against my throat
and for that beautiful moment my whole world clicked
- only to collapse again once i woke up.

oh my baby
expectant seeds of memory
and truth do surge in unanticipated but ******
flows

surge and bring thee closer;
no, into my realm; devolve mysteries
resolve the unsolved, evoke and revoke my stain, my misery

be my home: forlorn as i am I stand proud
as your knight
and you my Queen.

endeavor to sleep
sleep, an endeavor,
difficult things require preparation,
living a requirement, for proper dreaming