There would be more love songs, if only they weren't caught up in hate. Kids leave their futures in bathroom stalls along with the food they last ate. There's no vision here, I watched the stars disappear, behind black clouds created by rejection and fear. Another pill to swallow, not the one the mother forgot to take as she accidently starts a family, no ring, no party, no cake. But the unsubscribed medicine that were all forced to take. You know the one, they claim to take for fun, it's the dose of culture that leaves them burnt out like a post-apocalyptic sun. It's written on the faces of the children, the parents might as well be the ones who **** them. Hold their heads down in the tub, feed them painkillers til they have no feeling, help hang the noose from the fan on the ceiling. Because they're not shown how to love, how to give a hug, but boys are taught to shove their feelings under the rug. And girls to wear as little as possible. not how to be a bride , but man's biggest obstacle. It's a tainted  generation, a flaw of the world we live in. The youth of today is captured by the beauty of their ugly sin. Damaged by pain held within, crushed by the weight of anger, trying to lead themselves when what they really need is Him. Him who made all that is good, but is so commonly misunderstood. Who's name made it to the back of money but still doesn't get the attention that he should. It's quite the sickening process, to watch a people  degress, to come to terms that my generation is becoming less and less. Culture teaches it's okay to act like a boligerant fool, as long as you don't mention the name Jesus Christ in a public school. But fathers wonder why their baby girls dance on poles while howling men drool and they can't pry their children from a bar stool. Is this how it's planned to be? Always trust the president, keep watching the idiots on MTV? Until the world passes by and the
sun burns out from the sky? I wont stand by, I'll freely speak my heart and my mind. Because I truly believe in change even in these times.

I'll give you a destination
and there is many for me and you.
I'll give you a destination
and i hope you remember it like this too.

it's coney island night-time and a ferris wheel light
kisses in the gandola got me thinking mid flight
“they dint have to make a kid’s ride this wild”
There was dropping and kissing and swinging  in brooklyn that night

Its walking- talking - sitting,  the moon by the shore
Talking about what was and wasnt for us anymore
A violinist  in practice played the sad tune twice
And  a couple passionately making out to unsubscribed spotify

it's the a small  lake down the road ,  no one cared to inspect
And the sunset laid perfect  the second time we met
maybe it was ***** before dinner or falling in love
Cause I was convinced  the world would find  its 8th wonder if they looked at  us


It was upstate adventures and stopping mid road
For the horse, a cow and a drink by riverflow
Picked a daisy for my hair  and a tiny home
Kept talking about how much youd like to live where the grass could grow

you  said, “the sun is different upstate"
I agreed, as the  sunbeam  floods through the trees
And the warm rays felt like you were choosing me

Its the corner seat in Beacon house
With No worries with who, or what or how
“one day lets make a breakfast spot that everyone in town talks about”


It’s  a Spare key to Booth street
lamps flickered and black tea  warm
Sheets tumbled
and the safest place I could think of was right there in your arms.

Its the teasing” I—— looove — you’s”
made the words stay and linger
forever sleepover! , night time stories and
Our kisses kinda tasted  like ginger
( you still make the best ginger tea btw)

We sang , we danced , we pretended to pray
In the name of  the father the son the holy ghost,
Please, let our loving  stay the same