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I’m starting to think that maybe I’m wrong. It’s easy to forget what you’re fighting for and what matters more. But maybe I’m not. What if only time can tell? Well, until then we’ll try this again.
I feel colder without you but I’ve learned to embrace the chill about you. I can’t tell if I lost or found you. Am I making sense or do I confound you?
Oh what to do? Nothing is new. Now I must deal with my true form of reality. They like to tax me drastically. Still learning to fantastically.
Hearing you talk makes me want to shut my mouth. I wonder who taught you to whisper with a voice so loud. Oh wow! You’ve got opinions to share? So just keep yelling through the door sending your four-letter prayers. Get lucky once if I care! Use all your luck if I’m really even there! I’m so exhausted with noise. You give me options but don’t give me a choice.
“Let’s get rich quick,” my invitation to the cynics.
“Well, I can’t do that. I’m saving up for the day that I get sick. So run away with your teenage schemes.”
What you’ve got in smarts; I’ve got ten times in dreams.
I feel colder without you but I’ve learned to embrace the chill about you. I can’t tell if I lost or found you. Am I making sense or do I confound you?

Go through solid stages not noticing me.
Hands hold tightly.
No one shares.
Go through solid stages not noticing me.
Hands hold tightly.
No one shares.

Doll it up!

The cool air
Takes me back,
Just for a moment,
And I spend it all without realization.
I have to go back.
I have to go back.

It's not fair.

Someone cruel gave me my dreams last night. I barely stood before a darkened closet, baring skin and soul before its unseen jaws. "You will never be the creature that you were when you were younger," it whispered. We get disconnected from our childhood. We tell our stories like we read them in a book but had not lived them. I don't remember much from then but I do remember what a closet becomes when the lights go off and I know the many things that fill it up. When we used to have dreams like this we called them nightmares. We ran barefoot through the halls of our house and clung to our parents sheets like they were the only real thing left in the world. And my mother? She would save us, you and I. She would lead us hand in hand through the hallway that made us feel silly for seeming run by shadows and endless only moments before. And I'm here now, barely standing in the land of dreams before it, and I see you, I see myself as a child sitting inside. Scared. Crying. And you have every reason. Because while we grow up through song and story learning that love is everything in this world and that while we believe it and want it more than any single thing...I know that when we have it, we destroy it. That when we grow up, you and I, that we cheat. That we find the girl we love and that we lose her because we learn to love ourselves much more. That the friends that we make will drift away once we have leeched them dry. That the mother who turned our darkened scary hallways into pathways to a bedroom will call us and miss us and love us and we will stay hidden. That really, we will be cruel! That in the stories we want told to us before we fall asleep, the heroes are ideals that never get reached and the villains are absolutely ordinary. And we are absolutely ordinary. And you stare back at me through the closet and into the world that I never really changed and ask me the only thing you want to know. "When we grow up, do we still get scared when the lights go out?"

(Premeditate!) I can't see far past the present
and fortune-telling's not my profession but
I can see the crystal ball,
formed out of the water.
Through it, I can see it all.

When they ask you,
what are you hiding from:

I say the devil runs this hole
and hides his subjects wisely.
We won't be waiting.
We won't be waiting.

Oh please. (Give it up!)
Don't use your spells on me. (Give it up! Do your worst!)
Disruption, the séance, a curse upon all of us.

All I really wanted was this home,
a place to get away from all the cold.
I think I'm okay now, much more aware.
My body is failing, getting slowly there.
And we choose to remember, always the same place.
Can we move on past the outpost?
We thought that each other was all we would need.
We thought that each other was all we'd need.

When learning how to crawl became a substitute for walking
Biting my tongue a fair exchange for talking to myself
Knocking pictures off the shelf and swallowing the frames
Spilling wine to comment on the stain
I need a mind erase option, less air to the brain
If God was alive he would’ve amended us but then again no one has it as bad as I have or ever will to the extent that if I have to finish this, I might have to leave everything else undone
And it’s all numb anyway.
I can see our life before my eyes and it looks real

Well, I might have to diffuse this one.
Call the listeners but they don't speak the same tongue.
Send me away. You laugh and scoff and spit out false intellect.
Guess I'll let you have your way this once for the greater goal of us.
Sometimes it's better to let them win to escape the mess.
Just let it go, you already know my faith now is swayed.
Can trust be remade?
This silent fight is worse than a scuffle.

To the fish in the sea, put your mouths on my hook. If I’m soft, will you give me the medusa look? Well, your dress lit the floor on fire when it touched. So my little black book, how it shook, how it shook, how it shook shook shook shook SHOOK!
I heard that sometimes you like to suffocate. Cry out to me oh won’t you please. Speak to me oh GREAT DANE WHILE I RIDE THE MAIN VEIN.
When I write about you honey, oh the ink just runs off the page. Wow, what subject matter but by no means be FLATTERED BY THERE’S BRUISES ON YOUR LEGS.
What a clever trick! Drop in with a bowl of cherries telling me I have to pick, but how could you not see the locks on the door? There’s no turning back. You’ll get all that you wanted and more! So pick up the rope and wear it. If your friends want the noose, will you share it?
Ooh, baby you just don’t do me right! Maybe we can try one more time.
Put your spine right on the dotted line.
Ring around the right posy, woesy and whimsy wire line. That’s just about the right time to make you mine, all mine.
Time and energy all for nothing. I should’ve listened to my intuition. Now I’m stuck under the floorboards but they’re splitting as you’re stripping down to

Knocking on doors and swallow every key
Knocking on doors and swallow every key, carelessly
What a terrible time we had, do you want it back?
What a terrible time we had, do you want it back, timelessly?

We lived in the smallest world and all of it darkened as we slept
Knew our paces dictated the turn of the moon and the earth
And yet we still battled, began to doubt ourselves

True, you say you are. I’ll be honest when I say I’m not. Use any excuse to get what I want. I tell you what you wanna hear. Hurting you is the only thing that I could do. And I tried to make a motive of good intention without attention. So I’ll have the best behavior. I’m not a savior. I have too many layers. And transpose the meaning, the meaning of all of this.
Sorry I missed your call. Was it distress? If I reach past your smile, grab an SOS, do I shatter the illusion? Am I doing you a favor? Is there anything to salvage? Is there anything to savor? Am I wasting time that I don’t have? Convincing bystanders around us that it’s not that bad? Well, it’s pretty bad so head back home. Flip through a book and pick a god to thank you’re not alone.
Narcissus broke a mirror and put the shards into his arm via hypodermic needle but it didn’t do him harm. A little self-reflection went a long, long way. Now he’s hiding in the cellar, scared to show the world his face. Well, I’ve never learned a lesson that I didn’t teach myself. I may have lost my shot at heaven, but I bored myself with hell. My thoughts on Mother Nature? Hurt her every chance you get. I’ve really come to hate her. Let’s cross her off the list!
Every skipped stone shears the river into liquid, shining slivers like the steady scalpel of a surgeon selling virgin flesh to the highest bidder.
If only all the oracles of old could order us to open doors that we have closed or offer options over ones that we naively chose. What we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know.
Stay calm! Stay silent! “Seek out the sewers,” sang out the sirens!
I am the cleaner; you’re the mess.
Your little white flag is right by your side so just fly it.

"I'm standing here in pieces, and you're having delusions of grandeur!"

Just for tonight, can we leave this bed?
'Cuz I'm been alone here waiting for some time
But shes been screamin' all night
And even if it wasn't what you planned it'd be
You'll still be here when August turns to April
And asks me where I've been, well here I am