Love? Love is
empty houses and shattered plates
cuttlery hilt deep in the walls bleeding
ruined paper.
Love is eyes snapping open at
three in the morning the gooseflesh
crawling up your arms as the
blanket shrinks. Love is
a cold Sunday morning with
empty cabinents a bleeding
wallet. Love is
the pangs pulling your flesh tight across
your stomach, love is
the inability to swallow a single
word as your body rejects it spits it back
at the speaker like bile
it echoes hollowly, love is love is. Love is
an extended blade against your neck bleeding
the imminent threat, you fear the
possibility not the situation, love is
walking through an alley late at night
love is creeping shadows love is
claws stretching for your ankle love
is love is love is.
I love you baby your eyes are Empty the
words echo
hollowly, love is love is.

Can you
even explain yourself to yourself
in coherent words
Can you cry
Can you sigh
Can you really or can't you
As you sit by yourself
on a bench in the dark

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time

Do you laugh
Can you laugh
If the sounds was appealing
in your chest
take a breath
it's all going too fast
Do you breathe
if you could
would you choose to still sit here
all alone
on the stone
paved stepping stone path

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time

Look at me
With one glance and you've made
a laugh or a sigh
saw you mumble or cry

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time

Simple gaze
complex mind
Darkened eyes
love to hide

Pretty face
crinkled eyes
sharpened tongue
full of lies

Secret past
never told
always bought
never sold

Let me in
never will
tortured soul
loves to kill

wont matter
still I talk
little mouse
loves the hawk

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