When was the last time she was interested in western football?
Bad sports luck, her luck's playing a bad game of modern baseball
***** physical stuff, her life was caught between a tiger's jaws
She tried to lift it off, but she can't, she can't even make it turn over
Trying to fit herself in mom's jeans, but she's not caring and matured
What direction? Midwest! **** Midwest! She'll sail on a trash boat
What sense does this poem have? None! Thoughts are sorority noise
To find happiness and real friends, she'll have to pay moose blood

I'm camping inside, I swear
The outside is such a mess everywhere
Wild creatures with guns and strict order
Supplies won't last; this will get much harder
I need to go out to refreshen and restock
But the world outside doesn't need the flock
It is peaceful, clean, ******* heaven without us
Once this is over, we'll ruin it by creating a messy fuzz
Maybe it isn't that bad to stay here instead of anywhere
I'll stay here even after this is over, I swear

Alone
A cold in my bones
How can I get up?
Maybe this is new home
I can't even ask for help
Away from the phone
Slumber in soil's embrace
As everything I am
Is buried under
Acceptance and stone

These love songs sound like subtle insults
And gentle footsteps became grumble
As we both left the house and didn't close the door
Left my keys at the goodbye, it wasn't here before
Sometimes, we reluctantly make way for what is inevitable
I laugh at the thought, but the regrets aren't laughable
Our story isn't one for the books, but stand-up comedy
I laugh at the thought, but losing you isn't laughable

Hot temperature surely took its toll
On me as I reach to the last glass of water
It is a boring day, with no one to call
Whether summer or spring, it doesn't matter

I must be seeing things or dreaming
An annoying girl is beside my bed
It must be heat that I am hallucinating
I need something to beat my tired head

Her hair is white, childlike appearance
Her skin is soft, with a cute accent
But she is talkative, an annoyance
I think she might've been my godsent

But there is one thing that I realized
She looks like older version of an old friend
As if my memories of her materialized
And I still have things to make amend

She follows me wherever I go
And amazes at the first thing she sees
She is a ghost, thing she doesn't know
I want for her soul to be in peace

For that to happen, I gathered old friends
And make her wishes come true
Maybe she will be at peace when that time comes
And the skies will be then again blue

How can you feel again in this place?
The heater's working, but we lost the warmth
The living room has a visitor, but he's dead inside
Door's unlocked, waiting for someone to come back
Bedroom is a graveyard for a broken heart at night
Television shows past memories and static
The floor's slippery, and love slipped away just now
But mom and dad told me to try being happy because
I can still take a bath in my regrets in the bathroom and
There's still a roof on a lonely and sad man like me
Also, I can still afford to eat and cry and try to live by
But I lost what is important, what makes concrete worth it
I lost you, I lost her, I lost the sweet embrace of my home

Once pure green, now red with desire
If this flame will spread with passion
Let it be, the warmth that you desire
Our feelings might be carnal treason
But our flesh surely will melt in the fire
The tongue is mischievous with hot reason
As it explores, digs, fight, and admire
You're a masterpiece worthy of sensual arson
I am yours and you are mine, I'll always admire