stick around to blah blah blah
lets chit about the chatter
our minds have built this world we serve
though does it really matter
conversations paper thin
they barely break the silence
us all here made to sin
existences great defiance

I've been sleeping with the lights on
Dreams do not show until the early morning
And
Sometimes not at all.
Restless.
Yet the days go about without rest
Almost nonchalantly
As if i do not spend my nights
Hoping to catch the eye of a better tomorrow

sometimes
the thoughts
they keep me up
wanting to share
curious about what i think

death is strange
the knowing of never more
how to feel
how not to feel

And
Slowly she smiled less
Her stories became shorter
And
I could tell it was the end of ours.

you can't love someone
into loving you
although most of us will try
one must love themself
enough to know
when certain love must die

sugar i've been sweet to you
why the sour promises?
honey we don't speak at all
how the silence stings