break me down, build me up.

we'll chase this down with cheap champa(ins).
sandstone harts chafing fragile chests.
vertigo is everyones worst enemy.
spin, spin, spin.
sing me to sleep,
then wake me up again.
what happens when we run out of love?
worry, worry, worry.
im trapped inside my own head
and my headaches stole the key.
i cant think straight,
so put me in a straightjacket.
ive forgotten the definiton of rational.
so give me an antonym.
i act best when i act out.

what rhymes with again?

(hip)ocrisy.
shake to the tango
of bedroom sheets and shared heat(s).
sing to our wits end.
did you catch the double meaning?
"clever abilis, lord of the flies."
civilization is really only just hanging
by a thread that can be cut by anyone.
unhinged like a broken door,
opened to the weight of the world.
because taking a handful of pills is just
as easy as taking a handful of candy.
its all just the same in the end.
life is just a cycle
and we only live for a short time.
no one really makes a difference.
its just an illusion.
your voice doesnt truly matter
because theres six billion more
fighting for the same rights as you.
why smile when i feel like my lips are sewn shut?
why be long-winded when lungs collapse?
drink up, honey.
the bottle is the only thing that
understands you now.

relapse, breathe, forget. stop.

we're all better the second time around.
some just dont see it.
butterfly effect, wager on the past.
dont lie when you say you wouldnt change a thing.
human nature is that you would.
no one is perfect.
but some have to live up to the mold that they are.
sorry im not smart.
pretty.
amazing.
we all know you couldnt pick me out in a snowstorm.
my future is iron bars and nights spent wishing
the earth would open up.
regretregretregret.
there is no happily ever after or wish upon a star.
stars dont grant wishes.
theyre just balls of gas, laughing at us from cosmos away.
what a petty thing to hinge yr life on.
nothing is ever fair.
talking about it only makes it worse.
stops yr throat and floods yr eyes.
id change everything.

because life is just art animated.

i drew a city with my old dreams,
shaded in the lines with our old flings.
perspective faded into the distance,
un(real)istic as it seems.
wisp of smoke, escape my hands,
elusive as a shadow on the water.
fishing line on my heart,
macabre art and for what?
you shouldnt play with yr food.
lasso a galaxy, and then tell me
that we're the only species.
midnight texting to sandman,
wishes dreams sleep.
darkness creeps up, stealthy and inpredictable.
scary and exhilarating.
say hello to three months.
goodbye to the rest of the year.
theres more than one way to go out with a bang.
dorm rooms dressing rooms living rooms.
its not as special as it couldve been.
something new. something old.
we're never going to change, so why bother?
sweet temptations from tinny speakers.
wax moons and silicone stars.
obviously nothing is real anymore.
the sun is tissue paper, balled up
for a little kids science project.
everyone wishes they could go back,
and some get the chance
in dreams and in words.
life isnt a television.
we arent a million pieces put together.
we cant pause, rewind, skip.
even if we wish we could.

saying goodbye is nailing a casket lid

my sun exploded.
universal blackouts and gasped oxygen.
black velvet skies and blue tulle mornings.
see the shadows over the shoreline.
see how they stretch to infinity.
disappear into nothing.
a straight line, the horizon says.
bleak promises, the moon says.
poetry readings in the twilight chill,
serves up hot tea with white vapors.
whispers of the leaves,
cries as they drop to the ground.
its fall, its summer.
its a cycle.
its life, its death.
its everything.