bendthespring

I'm standing six feet from the shore
This is set in stone but I'd rather cast it to the ocean
Guilt and humiliation both suffocate -
Weighing down my chest and dragging on both shoulders
One paints my inside red; the other burns my outsides black
That's the last chance I'm ever taking
They're never mine to take
And I'm fed up with making foolish mistakes

Sell Fish, Buy Guns

"How could I not see this coming with my eyes on my back?
You place an umbrella in my hand only to rain on me.
She reads my mind like a book ripped open;
You'd prefer the magazine.
I'm the first one standing and the first stood up.
This is incomplete (like waiting for the sequel).
The production is dying to be cancelled.
You pull away and say my emotions fall like dominoes.
"I am a chain reaction."
Sorry, did you need that?
Your empathy is a slap to the face."

My Words Are Open (Ended)

First impressions can never be right
We change too fast for an opinion to stick
But I'm still stuck thinking, "You're not who I thought you were"
It's not so much decieving on your part, as it is naivete on mine
I wish things were simpler than just 'you and me'
And more complicated than a minute glance

Give Up on Giving Up

I fill my ears with staples to pierce out the noise
What's worse is your accusations echo off the walls but slice straight through me
The ball's in my court, but 'love' is worth nothing here
I forfeit but this is more than a game and we both know/won't admit it
The sunlight slips away in sync with your warmth
Find me the cure for somniphobia
We're sleeping with eyes wide

Words That End in 'X'

I'm having an affair with bad days
Can't make it to the phone incase you call
It's cold a top of paper mountain
I'm lighting fires everywhere but under myself
I've crashed and won't restart
Amputate the jealousy
Sell me out and keep the change

sleepinalarm

Forgetting the umbrella usually means the sky forgets to clear
This mingles easily like smiles and lies
Empty spaces don't fill voids
Sad lines and red lines don't make poets
Don't sell souls without receipts
Spend every pretty penny on every pretty girl
You're pretty fucking (stupid)
The world works in cycles but I don't work at all
Cash me in

Herion/e

We don't fit together anymore
Print numbers on the back of puzzles
Frustration and matches
They go hand in hand
We don't
Fit together
Anymore
There's a headache in my chest
You are morphine
And gone
Red Amber Green

Letter #12 (Count Down With Me)

Why do you care so much about what the purpose of living is?
I care more about finding something that makes life worth living.
I want to find something that makes me smile/cry.
I just want to do something.
Why would you be eager to reach the end, when there's nothing at the end?
All that forced death brings to anybody is the feeling of being cheated
(And I don't just mean for the dead)
"Dear Lisa, don't be selfish."
If you have achieved nothing, then go out and fucking achieve something.
Call me when you've got tickets to your show to sell me.

"You walk down that red carpet; you're walking down the aisle."

Don't start with me
And there will be nothing to end
Everything comes easier with practice
Living is but an exception
Happiness is just an excuse
Commit to this and I'll sign the cheque