Someone should tell you, the bridges most often traveled are the soonest to collapse. And weather structural or hereditary, those same bridges, once fallen or falling, take many down with them. Waiting too long, to say what you mean. Compact fire into undersired space will only explode.

I wish you could see yourself standing there now, so tall, so proud, so bold. Do you recognize those footprints in the sand? They have always been your own...It's beautiful. So what's another day to spend away from that? And die a little more inside? It's just another night to lie awake and wonder... I've written a thousand pages in that name, and I just want to know, does he ever regret? I think I've actually shattered and fallen to the floor. I still remember your face. And how beautiful you were to me. Looking back it could have been so beautiful, I remember. I wish I could forget what you've forgotten, I tried to understand you, but I can't. I can't.

It seems as if you left me a mental note; Hey. I want you. I kind of like you. Hey. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I'm standing here alone at fifthfuckingteen, saying this wouldn't be me. It couldn't. Everything is slipping from my grasp. My faith in myself, my faith in this world, my faith that everything will work out in the end. Dont tell me that everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens for a reason. Call it divine intervention, or just human nature. Now, can we finally, finally get some fucking sleep?

So many possibilities, so many choices. But suddenly, none of these roads are real to me anymore. None of them exist. I guess this is my sacrifice, my gift to myself. The gift to understand, to learn, to live and experience.

Do you hear the walls and floorboards singing those stupid songs? Those songs are about you, and it's my voice. The voice that I gave them. To sing of the things that I never got to do. And it's my fault, I want to blame you, but it's not true. I hear the walls and floorboards singing those stupid songs again. Now those songss are about me, and it's your voice, the voice you gave them. They don't say much anymore. They just creak underneath my bare feet, and let out notes with the weight of my lean.

Time means nothing to me. It is untouchable, unspeakably gone. I think that I'm empty as of now. Where history and memory meet, I simply find confusion. Enjoy fleeting moments as if they were forever pending as life chases us through a thousand tomorrows. Just tell me how to fucking heal. Help tear the walls down. Lost in a field of promises that I never meant to keep. Only the walls have ears and they went to sleep long before you arrived.

Why is it that, no matter what I do, I see in every direction. I can't help it.

But either way, they always seem to crawl in. And I can't help myself but to, almost, beg for more. Even though I know the aftermath. How can you do this to me?

Marriage for love or money? I always thought.. well, a mixture of both. Because it's just the kind of person I am. But now that i think about it, money actually really really sucks. except for all the cool stuff it can buy. but love, well, love lasts forever. forever is a meaningless word, it never comes around. but that is the beauty of it. forever is eternal. love is eternal. this life is like eternal. money will bring you pleasure, and let you live in the moment. but love, love is fucking timeless. and it will always keep you on the edge of your seat. the thing about love, is that it's all about the risk. you have to risk everything; being completly torn apart to feeling as if the whole world is at your feet. the thing about love, well, love makes you feel all vulnerable inside. you can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe like you used to. you can't think straight without having thoughts crawl into your head. you want them to go away, but subconsiously, you enjoy it. love is mindless, and it should come natural. when you see them, your heart literally skips a beat. you lose your breath. it seems as if you would gag or choke, air. so do you care if i don't know what to say?

I never thought I had anymore to lose. anymore to give. I wish i could shut the world away and just run to you. Everything I know is fading. You are the only thing that makes sense to me. and when the only thing that makes sense, begins to fade as well, where do you turn? "The past is only the future with the lights on." I wish i could just find you, and share that one moment with you. The truth is, I would trade a thousand tomorrows for one yesterday. Drink to all that we have lost. I wish i was done pretending, but I just cannot help myself. I wish you would stop pushing me so far. Everyday is just a constant slap in the face. I wish it would last forever, but then again, what is forever?

As if it would last forever. Its when you see them walking and you pretend not to care. Its when you are subconsiouly planning which way to walk just to catch a glimpse. You can't even help yourself. (So jealous) "I could care less." I'm just scared that now, things are slowly going in reverse, that I will be back to square one. even though I think I'm already there.

How did this even start? I wish i could forget what you've forgetten. But I cant. and everyday is just another day. Get on my level. You can't. Swallow my words, taste my thoughts. Grow the fuck up.

1.A startling glance at the future and past, in our games we hide, in our ways we surpass.
But in all of my life, I've found nothing... like this.
I walk down these roads, you drive them like highways.
Not a care in your mind if you're doing the right thing. In all of my life,
I've never been so ashamed to say that I was right.

2. I don’t think I ever wanna awake up again,
wake up,
carried by the ultraviolet waves and very ugly transparent dolphins
to an island floating meters above the sea.
I am greeted by the lime green crab,
he is bent on self destruction., on my destruction.
Uncomfortable with his statements,
I inch my way towards those

3.Focus, focus,
‘cuase I can’t
I am experiencing a new wave of psychedelia!
My eyes.
Unfamiliar faces and colors

4.Always. Always, always, always,
we breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation.
Something always seems to make its way in.
and I end up looking paranoid,
I call ‘em out, you can call ‘em out,
see if they listen.
They never do.
Something always seems to make its way in,
bad case of day dreams.
I do not mind,
I will pick from the tree of life all day,
everyday,

5.It feels comforting,
apathetic until a situation reaches a point of extreme despair.
Merciless, the story goes and it feels great to never really be here,
I am morally culpable,
and you only have the slightest idea.
Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings,
or lack there of, could take.
I’m a walking contradiction.
So I lick the nipples of perfection,
turn around and bury my face in the belly of the beast
or wherever I think it belongs the most
I just need to take a breath and realize that I have got a very big problem,
chapped lips unhinge,
I’m losin’ my friends,
I need a break from living older

6.I walked over to the edge of space, where mind and matter sip on gin.
Oversimplified I miss the way things used to be.
I like it natural but I understand your logic, nothing matters.
Lets take the first step in understanding that that.
Far less intelligent, than your counterparts,
it really hinders their progression,
the corners of your mouth have started pointing south,
towards a black, black hole of pity.
That engulfs all round it, bring new thoughts of self destruction.
Nothing’s wrong it just looks that way.

7. And I sat there and I thought to myself,
I could watch this wall talk for hours,
while he talks to me he talks to me about life
and first round human beings like you and me,
like you and me

8.We really forget what life’s about,
I can’t remember the differences.
Were getting stuck inside the boxes we create,
who gives a fuck when all the toxins are the same.
I guess were picking our casket out,
I guess were all just getting stuck inside the boxes we create,
so drink up,
drink up cause all we ever get is a tas

9.I've packaged my emotions
it's limited edition in the new clear vinyl
this one's guaranteed to make you weep with the pretty print
oh we'll sell it all with the words that kiss your skin
my heart is your collector's edition
you wanted pain and you're getting it
oh what a time you'll have with my misfortunes

10.It was the faulty foundation
said the weeping eyes
the architecture bends under pressure
the architecture broke over lies
they said "just a trend"
they said "just a phase"
they were right
now every person in this place will lose their fucking lives
i am a burning building bringing everyone inside to the ground
in the time it takes
to make things right
we'll make new memories
this feeling will have passed
i'll have said goodbye
you'll have gone and went
i'll turn my back on the only meaning in my past
what destroys me
will have saved my life
we are gone

11.Throw me through this car window and land me outside
where i can breathe better and pass away alright
this is ill at ease and i worry, i worry
oh my god i felt my heart stop
i felt my fucking heart stop
but were going all the way
i only have myself to blame
oh they know, they know, they know
their eyes are tearing the skin from our bodies
and dressing us in guilt, filling our wounds with salt
my stomaches tying itself in knots and eating itself and everything else, there must be something in the water making this an awkward situation

mostly heavy heavy low low, one fall of troy. embrace the apathy.