I realized the people in my dream are trying to speak to me
My own mind holds multiple conversations with itself in my sleep
and I can't stop thinking that dialogues are just a story to tell

Are we lying to ourselves and betraying ourselves when others speak?
Are we being honest and letting ourselves realize us when others speak?

And the stories told are just a round a set, like the spinning of our brains
and the violent subconscious forgot we even had blood,
When I sleep, my inspiration bleeds through my closed eyes,
and every time I blink, I can't help but think about how
I could keep my eyes open forever,
and never stop dreaming.

We drove until our irises turned a different color
We drove until we had to turn around
We drove until the sky reminded us it was over
We drove until we knew this wasn't our happy ending.
and I'll drive for years, until I can get you out of my head.

I am a radar, tasting the bitter words that slipped off your tongue
I want to explore every inch of you
We all have regrets, but baby, you play the instrument best.
I am arm, to be extended, and I will be entwined with you.
Really I wouldn't mind if you walked away
As long as I get a chance to see all of
Inside and out

I believe the two types of people in this world are simple:
The people that despise the things I love.
The people that appreciate the way I do.
Oh my god I remember when I was in about 2nd grade.
It was a little funny, I guess.
That boy was a little ****, and I was around the crowd.
Got stuck on another boy for four years,
and never fell in love
a miracle for me

surrounded myself with people that still don't understand
And these days, I'll always have way more fun than them.

And I remember that year where I dated him
And he told my best friend to **** herself
So I spent hours trying to console her
How could I forget about the coffee house boy? already have
Singing songs while everyone prayed that we perform the softest sin
Wasn't supposed to happen. My breath reeked anyway,
I could taste it.

But before that, I felt deeply for a boy that paid too much attention to me
Wasn't his fault. I wanted to help him.
But I know where our place will always be, because the world is cruel.

and now I'm falling again, and I know I'm gonna hit rock bottom
soon.

I’ve got real friends that are willing to make me numb
Wonder if they would care if I was suddenly not here
Everything has been a trigger lately

My heart is out of beat again,
Between the thuds, screaming secrets
The only thing I ever can do to make it quiet,
is get it beating faster
So let's get drunk and higher
and run through the roads towards fast cars

sixteen years old, going out with friends for her birthday
It was only to be fun and they lost control of the wheel,
Now everything is so different from the way it used to be
.
.
You're not going to be forgotten,
because you made every single person feel special.

I went to watch the sun rise
but it was cloudy, so made my own clouds with smoke and lungs
And I watched the sky grow brighter and dull all at once
and hid the can, and rolled towards the source
hoping for the clouds to give up,
while I was waiting to stop feeling like paper fill with your thoughts.