i hope i'm not a regret

just a face in a moshpit

on your world tour in boston

where it snows too **** often

She dreams of a big white boat

That’ll come take us all back home

And on that boat there’s a secret note

She gets to read and I’ll never know



Why she laughs to herself, why she cries

Silly little whispers all night

the secret to the meaning of our tiny little lives


as the boat takes on water, and death presents itself

we plug our noses circling the drain to our hell

she keeps her secret, shares it with nobody else

castaway forever in her own island jail

I'm Claustrophobic

But you can hold me

Cause we're both lonely

And growing older

Life’s a slow parade down an empty street

Everyone is dragging their feet

I love you if you love me

I love you if you love me


So it’s settled



We’ll die alone, together

Forever

The fried fat sizzles, singing piggies final songs

The dim light twitches, lightning for two at table nine

The name tag faded, pad of paper scribbled on

Blank stare implosion and a single-clouded sky



And in your glazed eyes I see the tunnels end

Chemicals and decimals fill my stomach chasm high

And when my demons catch me they will catch me by surprise

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become

and i never worry about if i die

cause we'll be together in the next life

glazed eye monotone monday morning manifest

to siphon nagging credits from a hope-ridden passionless

system of indoctrination, stamping flames of imagination

chain and ball spray painted gold accepts

terrorists who softly forget

that omission keeps our biggest regrets

She

Chases the dragon

Can’t face her sadness

Convinced she’s saving the town from his fiery madness

The view from the clouds is like nothing you can imagine

But when she comes crashing down stay clear from her ashes

roses and rain; sitting on the curb

slouched over, neither says a word

sideways cars, lost in thought

forgetful drivers, forget they're lost



and as we drift, the things we miss

look at lonely earth - from their lonely cliff

fall softly, into the soft abyss

forgetting slowly

the things we miss

Meet me in your closet

Where we used to meet often

I was gone picking out coffins

I think I missed when you called me


We used to meet for coffee

We used to meet for nothing

Sometimes I think you were bluffing

When you said you didn’t want to see me