its funny how when yer older
things
they change
what you thought you knew
hat boxes
and hawaii 5-0 marathons
just the outside
i feel
i feel
i feel
i think thats it
for the first time in a long time
i feel

im sitting here
between these two roads
i dont have any idea what im doing
i dont have any idea who will win
im not even sure if im happy
what do you do when you realize
you realize
you see
you dont know who you are
it is a rush of air to your lungs
cold hard rush
what the hell am i doing?

its the crush of the bricks
the smell of my hair
the absolute madness that drives me
it was simple enough
i can look down the hall
look
see the fisherman in his boots
the sea mist gently slaps my face
as i realize i had never actually been to the ocean

everthing i ever needed
it was right inside me
i needed to find that
seperate the media
from the truth
from the cover-ups
i took off my shoes once and i thought i would die
i just lay in bed
such a load of my back
and thats when i started running
running
running
i dont know where

the day i said love
i was blind
and i understand now
i can see through the clouds
over the bullshit
and around your pulsing heart beat
like a dream in the back of my head
like a fist to my thigh
another cup of tea and i went back to work
love still on my lips

valentines day
so confused
broken down
death defying hieghts
naked soul
lost amid the valleys of flowers
blowing up and over the soft green hills
looking for mine
blinded by the afternoon sun
maybe ive never seen
maybe i made it up in my mind
all ive ever seen is the sun in my eyes
i think ill lay down for awhile
yup
that sounds like a swell plan

walk in slow
run to the back of the couch
rip off these binding chains
calapse onto the floor
lay there for a bit
letting my imagination take me away
then the violent trashing returns
twisting and squeezing the life out of me
only a little while longer
if only i can hold on
if only i could imagine just a little while longer
id be alright

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sitting in my room
the light spilling out over my floor
my insides twisting
nothing moves
maybe there was life
maybe isnt wasnt meant to be
time passes while in here
feeling the wind rush in
drowning in it
pushing over my face
its nice to have weekends off every now and then
right
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butterfly wings
so many
brushing through the air
popping here and there
a flutter or two
nobody watches out anymore
they rush around in the dark
expecting someone to catch them
to hold them
to take them inside
where they fall down
and try to not to oversleep for work the next day