The feeling is fleeting
And what's collapsing the ceiling
The moments I've lost
And the friends that I've tossed
Love that won't last
And memories of the past
The waves keep on breaking
And the world keeps on taking
I'd play a pitiful little song
And the notes would be dead wrong

At that point in life
I don't have a will
But I do have suicide notes
For each person I love
Close enough.

You say things
I don't understand
Tell me I'm free to go
But still under your hand
You do things
I question and you lie
Tell me I'm free to go
Only way I'll be free is if I die

Lay my cards on the table
Only to see yours are better
Stretch my bloodied hands out
Only to see yours are clean
Hide in the cemetery
Only to see you

To suffer after pain
Is to simply experience
Pain in suffering
I constantly bring myself
To think about everything.

What hurts me
has hurt me
will hurt me

Hold me
With the gentleness
You would give
A flickering candle

Touch me
As tenderly as you can
As if you are operating
On an open wound

Kiss me
As hurriedly as you wish
As if we aren't going to get
One more singular moment

My day
Before I get time
With you
Is anticipation
And the night
After you are gone
Is recollection