Hey Mr. Blissfully ignorant
You're living the life, aren't you dear?
That shagged hair hasn't done you wrong
Those tortured eyes
Your tortured friends have taught you well
That simplicity is nonexistant in this world
of teenage angst and unrelatable spirits.
How's independence going
when it's putting you on a leash
in a line towards the hypocritical masses
all trying independence
just. like. you.
It sounds great, it always has
to those unbiased ears of yours
that have really gotten you far
Haven't they?
Or maybe this whole thing is turning
and the torture is real
and the independence is bounded
and the price is too much to endure
but you can't escape, can you?
It's much too late for your doey face.
Just let me hold it in my hands
one last time before you pull the reigns
and our mistakable history vanishes.
You could've been good, you know.

Let's stick to the pavement
picking leaves like minds
looking for stars on a black blanket

Hey, it's nice to meet you
I feel like I've seen you somewhere
But it's so different know
But that's okay
I kind of like this.

So let's stick to the pavement
And to the stars
and listening like we're used to
and maybe for once we can speak
if we even know how

I have a feeling we'll learn in no time.

Carry the lumber
Sink into slumber
You seem quick chipper
For a sailor shipper.

(For the fourth album)

Slicing crystals with our fingers tips
they slip
the slice deepening with smiles
that seem worthless
and remain undeserved

Let's just jump to the stars
the scars
and let it go like liquid in hands
with no hope but sinking
quenching earth's thirst

See it clearly now?
IMprinting on your head
your molten fingers
warming my ice
I'm not good for you
but the heat is unending
let's stop and laugh
this too shall pass