It's over, It's just begun

It's not the poison dripping out in the form of words

Although I still enjoy a glass from time to time

I don't know him any more

stranger

Better where I can imagine him

standing tall

happy

Weird.

we agreed on it.

You. I would like to know. Maybe more.

I forgive you for the truth, I liked you better when you lied

What are you doing when you're not writing

There's too many beautiful things happening for you not to be in my life.

Something more Appealing

Give me something more appealing than this overheated room

I love the sweat it brings, but it's lonely without you

Give me a hand to brush the hair away from my stubborn face

give me your lips, give me your skin, salt from tears to taste

In the shadows, I know not what you do

words unheard drop like thorns off the rose we plucked too soon

the branches fell around and tore our clothes and skin

colored white roses red to match the mood of love and lust and death

call it art call it life call it sick and revel in this mess

twisting turning bodies or spinning dice or still concrete

calling out the same question feeling drafts and thinking nothing

We all will fall, the worms will surely come

don't worry, keep spinning in dresses

Know everything or nothing or pretend

but just keep singing

We will all fall down together.

old stuff

If I said I didn’t love you

Then you’d know I was lying

With my last breath I’ll hold in everything that we had

And slowly let it out.

At this point if there’s anything left to say let me know

I never meant to hurt you, but you already know that

And it doesn’t matter anyway

We build castles to knock them down

We build bridges to burn them away.

If I fought for you I’d surely lose.

You know I’d do it anyway

Second chances never hurt anyone except for us

All those glances shot in vain

Didn’t bring us any closer to the truth

The failure of words is mans greatest downfall

We call on drawn out metaphors because the closest we can get to explaining an emotion is to say what it is like

“love isn’t like anything especially a fucking knife”

In you I saw the place I thought I could call home

But what I didn’t realize was that there wasn’t enough room for me and all my skeletons

Clinging to me like second life

A choice I never got to make

A decision I had no part of

A life I never wanted

Hush

Don’t speak

The words only clutter this perfect silence

The last moment we have before I say goodbye

And you say be careful

And I tell you not to forget about me

But I forgot to tell you

To keep loving me

Perfect sunsets bring perfectly disastrous sunrises.

The Truth About Heaven

I know EXACTLY what you are talking about

It's not subtle and it's not original

because I was there two years ago

Or did you not get the message in the most important song on that cd?

You said to save you I had to disappear

I'm done listening to you

I'm going to fucking reach you.

You're living whether it's to spite me or love yourself.

Look in a mirror, tell me what you see

owl sounds

I'm slightly jealous of your words

And hoping they are real so I have something to be slightly jealous of

And wishing I could write like that, about that.

It's not morbid, it's Kalopsia

You're lost, but you're not alone

its becoming more night then day a wretched town a role to play

cast out to see on an epic stage, four nights we laughed

tears of empathy, you still wont stay

slow down... just a bit, always looking for whatever it is

The world is going to end before it's found

Everyone wants the same thing and we're all drowning.

What matters ? when we change our minds like there's actually a right answer

decisions are ghosts to those who will never be sure

One last drink to a thousand more

we're going to be dust

and it's going to be great

We'll figure it out

as they lower our crate

from six feet down

Finally seeing clear

Earths hidden stars

In a geophysic atmosphere

don't feel bad for the dead

they're smiling because they were here.

Since we're being honest. Since we're being sober on a friday.

What makes it real

Time doesn't pick sides

Hearts aren't made knowing lies

If it's all going to be fine

It's not in this life

You want my advice

Go where the music is.

Remember to feel, it's the hardest thing to do.

We all hurt each other so we don't

I want to find the magic again

To be excited and scared in the soberest of ways

Kids grow up too fast.

I honestly don't know if I've ever loved anyone as much as I love the music they make.

No, Honestly I do, and I haven't.

Console Her

Here's to your jealousy

my words always made you uneasy

knowing they were never aimed at you

and my body was, but that wasn't good enough

not enough to pull you through

your sick insecurities I can't help you put your mind at ease

so you destroyed her, and took it away from me

Does it make you feel better to get your words

Do you not understand why I write to them?

If you're not in script then you're probably not killing me

together innocence made ongoing

when all you

need is your name screamed in your face.

Does it scare you, confuse you

I'll slip easily

between first and third and you'll never know when it's me

or when it's you or him or the other ones you believe

or make up in your fucked up head

make it so real, that you manifest it

for everyone to see

for everyone to see

for everyone to see

and now we scream.