Tendency

Dreams, I haven't found any yet
I don't think they're real for anyone else
Goal, can go off and kill themselves
all they given me is regret

Reasoning with our own deception
I'll find "success" if I want it bad enough; What?
Don't you realize how insane that sounds
get your head out of the clouds
it's not realistic to be so optimistic
I can't take your sunny disposition
when It's so easy looking back
finding failures to list, far to thick it's sick
the crushing rubble in my stomach
knowing I'll never be what I wanted to be
How could I smile, How could I laugh
When I'll always know what's in my past

Tell me everything

Tell me everything that's wrong with me
Tell me the truth obscured by my well-reasoned fallacies
I need to hear you say it
because I can't trust my own senses anymore
Lend me your eyes for just a minute
Give me the thoughts that you conceal
While I dance round the reality
that I refuse to feel
You're the only thing that's real

I construct these patterns
to orbit every situation
to allow my own deviations
some room.
I can watch them all come true

So while I'm watching our joints twist
You must accept the holes I missed
tangled in a knot, locked and lost
but fine exactly how we are
this is how it should be
and this is all I see

Stop Thinking

what are you thinking
you're out of your mind
please see reason
she wouldn't give you the time
pick up on the indecision
give up all these hallucinations
she's not a drug
but she could be
I can tell that you're an addict
affluent to your misdeeds
succumb to all the dreams
to make what you feel real
it isn't working
The more that you invent
the more you descend
digging deeper and deeper
until you finally realise
when look into the skies
and wonder:

Was it always this dark
There are shadows
where there were meadows
things are creeping
seeping out of my eyes
and I am terrified
what was I thinking
this happens every time

Love

My heart is beating at the inside of my chest
It knows what's best It knows what's best
It wants to leave, I guess it thinks it would be better on its own
maybe it's right

and now my legs begin to shake from all this blood now in their veins
They want to run
They want to run
But they don't realise just how far away you are
They want to run They want to run
as words are ripped from my tongue
into truth found in stuttered prose
that I stumble through And you'll never know.
Those words were meant for you

I'm too afraid you'll take them to heart
Too afraid you'll finally understand:
there are nights that I can't sleep
because I know that in my dreams I will see
what I can't have
I don't think I could take another day awake
if I am forced to put on this face and pretend
but somehow I do it, again and again