One of the Joneses
Miserably happy in a current relationship playing the role that society deems normal. Masking the depth I knew with a shallow latte. Unable to put the needle to the vinyl. Gone is what I knew, and you replaced it with the things that make your friends happy. But hey, smile for the camera.
Wait ’Til Tomorrow
I can’t seem to find a way out of my own way.
Running in place.
I know what I want, yet I still don’t get it.
Looking for some cosmic energy.
Push me. Push me in.
Blood On The Rise
Background noise checks in with a cracked line
Familiarity reaches out
Like an addict, feed my head til I stare at the sun
Don’t come down til I feed everyone
Sometimes I feel depended on
Not an addict, not an addict depending on
Synthetic ways to get me high
Just a once traveled road
Used to get by
Disillusioned by fame
And to catch the habit just one more try
Is to feel fulfilled
And to visit the hallowed grounds
Of all the dreams I’ve killed
Question the answers
They bled on you, but never for you
Paint on your new smile and crown
Mask childhood fears
We bang the wall
You call down uninspired from above
Twist some lines into lies
Scream to the mother, fuck her and him too
Each lash is blood on the rise
If You Were To Drown
If I were to drown, I would hope someone filmed my struggle, if only with their eyes. Because, for that moment in watching me they would hold the ultimate power. The power of choosing to watch a soul die without saving.
If you were to drown it would be because I let you.
Nice To Meet You
Being antisocial is nothing more than being completely occupied in one’s own mind. I’ve yet to discover all of myself, so why waste my time discovering you?
Wisdom Is Overrated
The older I get, the younger I feel
I try to hold on to any form of freedom
A song may take me for the moment
Bring me to 1988
Familiar smells and unlit roads
Yet not a star in sight
The wiser I get, the older I feel
I’ve heard this song before
Such a familiar voice that I now share to my own
We stand twisted in the moment
Untying the knots of our time
Not taking a breath and looking up
The Resilient and The Pained
I’ve severed multiple forms of life
Grown apart from the pains of youth
Content for the moment with mediocrity
Somewhere buried is the truth
I’ve faced a demon or two
Shook hands and cracked a smile
We faced each other and found comfort
And cast our judgements into a pile
I want to feel unashamed and unpredictable. I want to find healing in a faith all my own. I want to face the cracks with a smile. I want the unfamiliar faces to face me. I want darkness seen as light. I want loneliness to find a friend it can call it’s own.