Relationships are a give and take
its about letting your loved one know they're appreciated
that's why I gave you head while you worked on my car
the dirt and rocks embedding themselves in my knees
you struggling to concentrate, eventually giving up
running your grease covered hands through my hair
I always feel in these moments
the immense amount of love and care between us

Staring into the depths of a bottle
Trying to warm my bones
"You look lost," he said.
Smiling, I replied
"Not all who wander are lost."
His eyes were sad and grey
Long roads I longed to travel
And then his sad eyes spoke
"Maybe not, but you are."
He knew me.
Knew how I'd been spending my nights.
Seeking comfort in the open road
Finding home with each new person
In this beautiful broken world
With its beautifully broken people
The only people who can know runners
Are runners themselves.
He takes my hand and the roads stretch and melt
The hallways dim and all the doors close
My heart races
"Run with me."

A glass half empty,
Or a glass half full?
I see neither,
It's hardly filled.

They straightened my exhausted spine
with gentle hands,
I stood up strong
for the first time.
They picked my dark eyes
out of my rotting skull
and flipped them right side up,
I saw beauty
for the first time.
They drew *****
blood from my cold veins
& replaced it with
the warm crimson of a rose,
I felt love
for the first time.
They rewired the
mess of broken thoughts
in my aching head,
*I was okay
for the first time.

A cold room for puddles of blood,
Yes its true,
My conscience is slowly dripping down my fingertips,
Can you see me becoming the monsters that grow teeth over us?
Listen,
Just listen,
Wolf Queen,
You know I can't give my hands to you,
Matchstick man,
How long will I have to burn away my roots?
How long do we have to burn?
The self destructive gene...
Ashes-
I have no hands to catch the ashes
You know I loved the sound of rain more than the sound of my own pulsing blood,

Dreams spill over these days,
I told you,
When I release the spectrum in my chest,
It would absorb the colors of this world,
Hiding from my own face I,
I have become,

Nothing

I sleep with a ghost,
For it cannot be I that has flesh,
A specter for a dying town,
Memories trapped in dusty pictures,
Scattered everywhere here,
I stood still in this place and watched the movements of decay,
Decay into

Nothing

All my colors are bleeding out
All my colors are bleeding out
All my colors are bleeding out

Weather forecasters never know what the weather is going to be. They're lucky to know what it was like an hour ago. If I want to know what the weather is going to be I ask my knees. They know more than those pasty weather bunnies, and they look better too.

Oh' Grandpap......

You are lovely in you own way
Special as the month of October
I know you don't eat hay
And you are not bothering me today
Let's have lunch. I'll let you pay.

There is nothing in the fridge
But diet coke.
No one who lives in this house
Drinks diet coke
We all hate anything diet
Especially diet coke.
My dads girlfriend likes diet coke
But she doesn't live here
So why the hell is there so much
Of that **** in my fridge
The diet coke.
The only explanation is-
She must be moving in
With her diet coke.
Maybe I should tell her
Before she does
That diet coke gives you cancer
And actually makes you gain weight
Maybe then there wouldn't be so much of that **** in my fridge
******* diet coke.

No bells rang out
On that fine day
Each moment
Imprinted
In my mind
     Spilled red wine
     Sunshine chasing the clouds away
     Acres of shoulder high corn
     Spreading green
     As far as the eye could see
Now these memories
Tarnished
     with
Time
Boxed up
Locked up
So obviously
     obliviously
meaningless
meaning
Missing still
Silver band's embrace
Shiny shadow on that
     second finger
     left hand
Missing still
No bells ring out
On this fine day