Now I don't ever fall in love,
But on nights like this
When the city lights shine
And I dive to new depths
I have encounters like this.
I see him sitting on the couch
With that grin on his face.
I can't hide the nerves or the quakes,
He's beautiful.
I'm captivated.
His kiss is addictive,
I'm hooked just after one.
Now my delirium is gone,
I'm hooked on his lithium lips.

Hello old friend
I'd missed you so.
I didn't know you'd be back so soon.
I wish you'd written me
I could've prepared.
But here we are
Reunited once again.
I'm speechless.
You were never supposed to come back.
Sometimes that made me happy
But then I remembered.
I remembered all those times you were here
Even though no one else was.
And I missed that.
Can you believe it?
I missed you.
That little hand on my back.
Whispering in my ear.
Welcome back.
Welcome back to that hand
To the voice in my ear
The ever present.
Welcome back.
Welcome back depression.
I can't believe I missed you.

Last night I dreamt I married you,
Our wedding was all white.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
And we danced all through the night.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
Our house had a picket fence.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
Last night my life made sense.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
We spent our honeymoon in bed.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
But it was only in my head.

I walk down this road all alone,
No one’s problems but my own.
But they’re too heavy to carry.
I stumble, I fall.
Can’t stand up so I crawl.
I’m drowning in tears
Overcome by my fears.
I just need to get out.
My life’s in the drain,
Can’t handle so much pain.
Just gotta get out.
Everything seems so different,
But I’m still the same.
When I thought life was good problems came.
I don’t know where life’s taking me.
I go around like what comes around.
Never knowing home, I feel like a puppy from the pound.
I’m drowning in tears,
Overcome by my fears.
I just need to get out.
My life’s in the drain,
Can’t handle so much pain.  
I just gotta get out.
I’m filled with doubt,
Just need to get out.
It’s not them it’s me.
Can’t this just be a dream?

I search the world over for my inspiration. I find that inspiration comes more with the bad than the happy. Loss. Fear. Heartbreak. Depression. They inspire art to be made. Words to be written. Notes to be played. So in the sadness of the world is there not beauty? Who is to say only happiness and beauty and love are beautiful to our souls when sadness is what we all relate to. Sadness is something we all have shared. Not everyone has had a happy moment. But everyone has had their moment of weakness. Of sadness.

Faces, faces everywhere.
Faces who don’t know but care.
Faces I’ve grown to love, but now I can’t even look.
It’s not just a chapter it’s the whole book.
The rotting book wet with tears. That holds my life and my fears.
The spine is breaking, the pages falling out.
On every page it’s scribbled out.
So no one can see the words that haunt my mind.
So no one can see the faces only I can find.
The faces fly away, leaving me alone.
They close my book and my misery ends for a while.
But it’ll come roaring back soon.
Where’s my salvation?

Why are all my flowers dead?
I water them every day.
Feed my sweat and blood to them,
But still they decay.
Why are all my flowers dead?
I'll water them again.
I'll hook an I.V. up to them,
Until they thrive again.
Why are all my flowers dead?
They've decayed just like my heart.
Why are all my flowers dead?
They've been dead from the start.