To the Wisp laying in the willow tree What aura do you see? And if this is what you've come to seek, Then tell me, what do you truly need?

Like a railroad spike in my side, like the shimmer in your eyes; I know that I'm weak. You sit over your pot of gold, and you don't know the impact you've made inside my head. You lay in your snowy bed. Enjoy your warmth, I hope you know you're making me warm too. So frame your face, and frame my life. I'm tired of looking through clouds and red eyes. You honestly can't expect to have security forever. The doors will be ripped open, you'll be forced to bare the weather. The sky is so much darker when you're under the umbrella, but your face is still wet from all the things you'll never know. So frame your face, and frame my life. I'm so tired of looking through clouds and red eyes. I see you standing there, waiting for me, and I understand what I can be. So frame your face, and frame my life. I'm so tired of looking through clouds and red eyes. I see you standing there, waiting for me, and I understand all I can be. Spring is the start of something new for everyone, and I know the rest of the year is going to be just fine.

Somebody's Heine' Is crowdin' my icebox Somebody's cold one Is givin' me chills Guess I'll just close my eyes Flip on the tele Wrestle with Jimmy Something is bubbling Behind my back The bottle is ready to blow Say it ain't so Your drug is a heart-breaker Say it ain't so My love is a life-taker I can't confront you I never could do That which might hurt you So try and be cool When I say This way is a water-slide away from me That takes you further every day So be cool Say it ain't so Your drug is a heart-breaker Say it ain't so My love is a life-taker Dear Daddy I write you in spite of years of silence You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Say it ain't so Your drug is a heart-breaker Say it ain't so My love is a life-taker

I keep you in a lock box in my dresser. I'm taking every bit of you off my fucking wall. I still see you every day in the hallway and i'm really fucking happy that it's not in the same way. I'm really glad that we don't hold hands, and i'm really happy that you found another man. And i'm really happy that i'm not very happy, it lets me write these songs without thinking very hard. He just slaps the strings and I just open my mouth and let all these thoughts about you just fall right out. Yeah I still think about you, and I don't give a fuck. You'll probably hear this song and you'll probably say "ur 'band' sux". But i'll still sit in this hot ass room and i'll write all these songs about you, and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. I'm not even sad right now. Yeah, i'm just jumping around, it'll probably be a few more hours until my unattractive ass finally calms down. Yeah, hating you makes it easier to love myself, and I don't regret all the good times that we had, but I sure as hell don't want you back. Yeah, instead i'll just focus on the sunset and what few friends that I have left, and i'll probably be awake until that bright light blinds my eyes again.

Just a touch was enough to make you bend. I never meant to go this far. But we're here now, just counting down the hours. Here now lost inside this haze. My dear, now is the time to pass the time, and get lost. I have spent a lot of time trying to find what it means to be a human. I was wrong. In the wrong place. I am God. This is all just an over exaggerated exajet culture that's in the midst of a philosophical war. I guess the first lesson would be to remember that we are all eternal, and not even god can clarify us the main reason being; because we are all god.

Cut marks sculpture her wrist, and it shows that she is drifting further than ever. Cut marks sever her wrist. It's remarkable she even still lives at all. Cut marks sculpture her wrist, and it crept in through the back of her brain, leaving nostalgia like standing in the rain. Just keep trying to kill what has left you broken, feeble, haunted by the ambiguity harbored inside your head. There is no pain like the sunset will leave you. You have left me and there is no other way to say that the decay inside the tree is coming for you. If you're not afraid than tell me, why does the earth shake at the sight of something horrid; something like me? Marble monoliths reflect the faces of those standing in front of blazing coals. They wash their hands in the fire and gently hold grass in the palms to smolder and rise like clouds in between empty eyes. Regardless, blood mixes with sand and kills the throat of star sickened man below dismal skies (Your heart is way too weak to drown out the vibrations you feel when you speak) Black eyes on TV tell you that there is nowhere else to hide. your ambition has faltered and suddenly just died. I can tell by the cries, you are still having painful doubts about your eyes closing before you sleep. A swing of the sword at the throat. A single drop of blood fallen could drown a mosquito and give life to a fly. We let our insides contradict our instinct, and it's malodorous of course, but I keep your body in the closet so i'll never forget that you were always saying 'I don't know' about things that mattered. Cut marks sculpture her wrist, and it shows that she is drifting further than ever. Cut marks sever her wrist. It's remarkable she even still lives at all. I have grown while tragedy waits behind my feralty. I am slipping away, and there is no other way for me to see the dark like she used to. Like she used to. Usually that could stir cauldrons flooded with wine, but the fire has died out and mother's bit through her tongue. It's just obscured visions of oceans that plant seeds of thought in heavy heads. They grow into trees of disease. Regardless, blood mixes with sand and kills the throat of star sickened man below dismal skies (Your heart is way too weak to drown out the vibrations you feel when you speak)

So Somberly sat this broken old, blinded by the ascension of his cigarette. Sight was the least of his worries with her face envisioned beneath the worm portrayed cortex of his brain. Reality was shaped only by the reflections in her sparkling eyes. Though they sparkled only by the result of tears accumulating through the turmoil of the day. There's no denying she's beautiful. That old man left the candle ablaze in his home, hoping that the pictures would burn along with that so called home. But the memories wouldn't die and neither would the wooden posts supporting that house, supporting that home, and each night his heart is tortured by the ghost of her presence and the coldness on the opposite side of the bed. Reality was shaped only by the reflections in her sparkling eyes. Though they sparkled only by the result of tears accumulating through the turmoil of the day. There's no denying she's beautiful. Where she once laid is just an absence of his lovers lost skin.

Could you please cry again so I can hold your hand just like I used to? And about that time that you crushed my ribs, I didn't care. I was comfortable, trapped beneath the smell of your hair. But it's whatever, you no longer care about me. We were best friends, and it was obvious we were staying there. And I apologize that I never sang, I never sung for you. Sometimes I don't eat more than a few bites. Sometimes I go weeks and only sleep a couple nights. Is this called letting go? But how could he possibly know your life just like me. I searched for myself in someone, then I found you. What was I to do? I saw you both with your shoulders touching, sitting so close. My chest turned hollow, I started lying, said I was fine. Well I've gone crazy, thinking of that day when you said you hadn't made up your mind. The way we layed there, I thought that you cared, or was I already out of my mind. I thought you'd stay.

My friend, have you forgotten me? I waited here for hours, I just can't stand to leave. Oh, I thought that you'd return with some sort of exasperated plea. But night is falling fast, And it's getting hard to see. Somewhere in New Jersey There's a guy who plays guitar. I spoke with him for hours About god and where you are. Oh, I'm sorry Billy, I just can't seem to find him here tonight. So I'll remain here on the bleachers, And watch all of you pray. So brother- these rocks, they are knives. They've sunk deep in my bones, and you turn them like they're keys. I'm under- this ring around the moon. It's like a crown of thorns, or some poor ushered excuse. Intoxicated; Your mind's a little hazed. You've walked around in circles, in your head for days. Oh, your running low on time, my friend. Could you please get out of here? You've spent your teenage years alone in there and you're breaking from the fear. There's a lonely native woman, She's trapped in 302. Her child bit the bullet, Swallowed like a pill. Now she wastes her days in isolation, begging for an end, Because when he died, he took with him, all her will to live. I'm sorry- My friends, you are the same. You're suffering within, And aching from the pain. It's morning- Yet you're only just laying down You've been up all night, apologizing for not telling the truth. I'm sorry- There's nothing I can do I've tried and failed, I'm catching hell I'm stuck here just like you So drive- Leave here while you can. Gahanna bound, or wherever else you see fit to live

I'm tired of trying to kill myself just to feel alive. My eyes are burning, they're discomfort, so I can't fall asleep tonight. I swear she never once existed until the night I saw her there, and now I see her everywhere. In a house so dull it's black inside, they're watching circles on t.v. and all those nearby hotel bedrooms are always full of vacancy. So finger-paint your loss of words because the cat has got your tongue. He has all our tongues. Well I guess you'll never know, and the curiosity will eat your soul. So please let me sleep, I'm tired of this grave. This place is hell, and I feel weak. She's at a turntable where the measures, they all seem to be just spikes, and all the drinks that she is offered, She is only offered out of spite. Because there is nothing so deceptive as the distance of a light upon a pitch dark night. Broken jaws and misfit words, they're all starting to take hold. I've been gone from home for so long that all my walls are cloaked in mold. Exhale that last breath until all you know is what you see, and don't you dare say that you are doing this for me. Because I know that isn't true. You're doing this for you. This blood-stained world is falling through, and all the paper people breathe in unison. It's hard to sleep when everything you love and know is all a pawn in this big show, Breaking down the walls between through sickness and through health, and Thomas said, "Don't take your life, because it is all that you have got." I know that is irrelevant to your point of view. You never were suicidal, you always planned to make it through, but keep your head down child, don't be stubborn, don't be weak. We all have our bad halves, just wait awhile and you'll see.

Never in my life have I ever been warm; from my hands to my heart, to my smart-ass remarks, to the way I respond when you ask how I feel. Here comes another lecture about how 'in time wounds heal'. I guess you could say that i'm planting a garden, and I guess you could say that that makes me an artist, because i'm trying my best to paint all these pictures with flowers and lyrics, and i'm so glad it's not winter anymore. I think that i'm doing my very, very best with my job and my learning, my growing, my hurting, and being okay with mistakes that I have made. When I wake up tomorrow this place will be the same, but I will not be. Sunrise meets a moonless sky. It was a dark night last night, but it was fine. And there's a chemical residue on my brain from things I do in my room; the way I make myself tame. I've got blue eyes that turn grey like bad days, and they are looking out for something, someone that's not the same and they're gonna find them. They say they want honesty, well honestly I've spent at least the last two miles on two broken feet, and i'm walking down a concrete road that I know leads back home. On a street I've always known. I wonder who i'm gonna be when I'm ready to leave again.

The one one thing I can't stand, is that you're taking up my time again. These broken bits of conversations never end, so all I really want to do is tear straight into you! And try to understand the simplicity inside your head. But I promise I won't touch a thread, that binds you here to this place. Even so I'm sure you know I can't wait to see you go I lost round one, but this time I'm changing my fighting stance. Round 2 has been longer, but there's no timer, no referees. The April rain is coming down, and I'm soaked straight to the bone. My lights still on but I don't care. Hell, I won't even make it back home. And all you really need to do is try to step into my shoes. And read your eyes like magazine titles, they pull me in but lack substance too. And I will not be constrained to this brain dead cemetery. And I will not be confined to this mindless fucking zombie. I lost round one, but this time I'm changing my fighting stance. Round 2 has been longer, but there's no timer, no referees. I left you broken and for good reason, you're not what I need. Not very often is a long way from never.

So let's turn the volume down, lets turn the power off. Lets make the whole room silent, The Room Has Never Been This Silent I can hear the screams from the scene painted on the policeman's eyes, as he opens up the door. He sees you laying there. Limp limbs and a silent heart And it was beautiful to make this art. And I can feel you scratching, but we won't hear the sirens, because we'll be here together, sleeping on the floor. I can take you to a place where I have control. I can take you to a permanent home. You know that I hate how that song makes me feel alone. I turned up the awful sound of your cracking bones. Look at us now, both alone. Look at this mess now an empty home