Mop head brown hair at a coffee shop,
He talks about his crazy girlfriend
But she has a reason for her trust issues.
He tells me I'll be the one that got away
He's here one moment and the next hes there

Barely made it back to earth.
I'm just here for the lies that leave his lips.
heavy cigarette smoke and holes in his forearm.
Im hoping this is all where it ends.

We are bigger than ourselves,
Bigger than this town.
I couldn't find a single business sign
that was completely lit up.
But theres blue lights all around, constantly.
The kids go to college in hopes of someday leaving,
some kids grow their roots right where they are.

I am so much bigger than my bones,
and I'm trying to burn my roots,
so if you see me go up in flames,
just know that i will be okay

when people move,
it's like watching them be controlled by an invisible thread
always so afraid that if they're a little too nice,
somethings going to snap.

so, everyone seems to have everything to loose
except for those who sleep without a bed
they shut their eyes in alley ways with a high price
those are the people who seem to move without a map

i'm just searching for someone who will show me
how to make the pain stop in my head
teach me the way to move to cut my string
it feels like control, and i need to be free

but the struggle is that every thing is closed.

if i told you to call me when you understand what's going on in my head,
i'd never hear the phone  ring again,
and i would never hear your voice.

and some nights i think it's better than way.

there's so much ignorance surrounding me.
these people are drowsy with hate
they're sleepwalking and they think they're awake.
the worse part is when i try to show them
their way isn't the only way,
the flames burn deeper.

I'm tired.
of trying to encourage love instead.
it's beginning to feel like the blind leading the blind,
and i'm so **** tired.

my skin is the fabric the world unwinds
I have late night drives
I have early mornings just trying to survive
everyone now deserves to be diagnosed.
mothers cringe at therapist, at doctors, at the money
the jail time for stolen needles
to stitch the rips.

if you tell someone that they have no right to complain
eventually you won't hear it anymore
they lock it away and become scared to speak
in fear of their own selfishness devouring them
resulting in another hidden face.

people stop crying in front of others
people stop feeling in front of others

people stop feeling anything at all.

to all the fathers that loved their daughters
and hugged their sons close
to all the mothers that did their best
and provided the life they never had

there is a type of love that the world needs,
stitched in in the skins of your children.
maybe the world can just learn to
feel again.