I know you're scared to death.
Of your whole world collapsing. Caving in.
But I also know that you almost welcome it.
So we'll just keep chasing the Brightside.

And the images of the horrors you've met.
You've held on to them.
I know you used them to break your skin.
But we'll just keep on chasing the Brightside.

Life is what you'd expect:
Lies, lies, lies, and more broken promises.
And I know that your joy won't outweigh your disappointments.
But we'll just keep on chasing the Brightside.

So you're writing poetry.
Not with pen and paper but with your every breath.
And I know that you welcome death.
But we'll just keep on chasing the Brightside.

From the rooftops I will scream it.
For love and now death, I've wept.
And I know that I won't forget.
But for now, I'll just keep chasing the Brightside.

I never know quite what to say,
When her eyes get that look,
While her hands try and find warmth against my skin,
Intensity,
Pain,
If I just had pens, paper
I'd be able to tell her...
But there's never time to read,
Once she finds the borders of my shirt,
Hands cold
Intensity,
Pain,
I've never said a dishonest thing,
She finds my zipper,
Futulity
Intensity,
Pain,
The sheets smell of smoke
The music bleeds angst,
Intensity,
Pain,
Her weight against mine and yet I can't quiet my mind,
Her Lips against my neck,
Teeth,
Intensity,
Pain,
I fulfill her desires
Her body trembling,
I stand...
Walk away,
leaving only,
Intensity
Pain.
I never really meant to stay.