As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

There's a sign on you;
"We Never Close"
like a diner,
there's just something about you
about that sign that made me keep coming back.
A promise of consistency I hold onto,
even on nights where I struggled
between two nightmares,
I opened my eyes and you're there,
with a plate full of things
I never actually remembered ordering,
but it came anyway,
full of hopes and sweet dreams,
which the taste of it gave me a vision
of the next fifty years of my life with you.

It's sad to think,
The cracks on the kitchen walls,
The squeaking of the bedroom door,
The sweet scent of vanilla in my room,
The emptiness of the hallway,
don't even seem like "home" to me
But
I found a home
In the twinkle of your eyes,
In the vibration of your voice,
In the light that kisses your skin,
In every little part of you,
I found a home in you.

The only place where I can come back.
To turn to when everything gets dark.
Because the flashes of the neon lights,
of "We Never Close"
give me an assurance
and some kind of tranquility
and which only you can give.

SLICE MY SKIN
WHAT A SIN
WASH THE PAIN AWAY
AND CRY EVERYDAY
BLOOD COVERS MY ARM
FROM THE SELF HARM
RAZOR BLADES
IN A DAZE
MY BODY IS SCARS
AND I HAVE DREAMS WHERE IM RUN OVER BY CARS
I MUST PASS OUT
WITHOUT A DOUBT
THATS THE ONLY WAY I'LL SLEEP
BUT FOR NOW I WEEP
I HAVE SORROW TO LEND
BUT THIS IS MY END