life is difficult
with a sunburned back
two traumatically bitter arms
and no confidence
when hesitation and reluctance
flood your brain
drown out instinct
force the issue too long
lonliness and angst
shouldnt be normality
but are made less defnined
by sustained reality
stomach sickness and aches
close the floodgates for energy
make it unbecoming
to write it down or out or in
love/hate is such a pretty thing
i despise it so
the slash needs to go
erase in one direction
thats enough for me dear
i can always see you
in frames, in dreams
at the bitter end
not helping the confidence issue
reading the last page first
tends to hinder learning experiences
yet quicken the pain
with that the ride as well
im so tired but really intent
cant let that get in my way
anti-intent state of mind
cant stop growing old can i
always left it as an option
run away and hide in denial
self-gratification was never rational
ah, iminent hurt is so confining
and releasing in oppositeville
really, without anxiety
are there any real limits?
like it really matters
strength like that isnt often found
by me or many noodles for that matter
the moon will still shine
the kid lives or dies
not my fault either way
just appears that way, im sorry
your confidence is busted
like mine isnt trusted
locked away for proof of life
i never really wanted to prove it
just dont make me prove it
ill always think too much...
if you were to fall and i, there
would i stoop to your aid
or, perhaps, consider the situation
and act on the reactions of others?
like a song youve heard once before
but know a million times
cant really stop it once youve heard it
so dont even try
life will pass you by
before you will find proof of life
of a soul or a love
or the man up above
life will pass you by honey
why worry about valuable singularity
when the masses starve
that kid was too damn lucky
got to eat every day so why
why should he get his ass pulled
snatched from harm to eat more
steal more, take more
his life saved... a hundred lost
if misery is a butterfly...
i dont really understand it either
misery is my cocoon
i built it and am trapped in it
one day ill find a way out
butterfly away in glee
because people dont use glee enough
love burns inside me
love just leaves you bruised
lines mean nothing when love is...
so indeterminable
false and hard to see
slight and caked in undesired traits
absence comes to mind
doesnt make the heart grow fonder
makes the mind go weaker
though supposedly stronger at its end
ill find out soon enough i guess
report it back to the associated press
love isnt good for much
until its past and is a crutch
excuse for future at-bats
cash it in for freebies
puppy eyes from the amputee
it aint worth it to me
aint worth it to me
aint worth it to me
aint worth it to me

goodnight loves