Memorize your fantasize, the warmth it brings, the pain, it stings, those parts you leave exposed Half a life and half it high, on what you could, but never would, sober now I suppose... What is what you got if not the whole? (a hole) Lot of what it’s not is nothing so...wonderful Laugh away your better days, and gather them, they’re better than the best, when in one place I could die a thousand times, and yes I did, I tried to live a hundred thousand more... Why oh why can I not close your eyes? (is it) That which might appear, it hypnotize (izes)? What is disappointing you my love? (wish it) Could be something, something of an of...more wonderful The I in my own mind, is by my eye alright...oh, I wish I didn't know.

There is no reason why. We cannot approach the fire. Let it lick at our paws. Illuminate what is lost. Some of them turn to god, some of them turn it off, well me I’m turning on. Read in between the lines. Nothing much left to find. What has been left behind. Cannot be kept with mine. Here in this open grey. We become what we say. There is no other side. There is no other way. So bring it on if you please, bring it all to its knees, but Christ, then let it be. Well I’ve got estimations. And I’ve got reservations. The scene of the crime is I. Hive honey, tastes funny, when the sting is left in it and pride prayer, don’t save a soul when no one’s listening. The sun’s there, the more that you stare, more fire in your eyes.

The sky was painted in a sort of rain But I was glad you came Though I didn’t let you in, cause I saw the summer coming back again The light diffuse and warm illuminates my brain So come on, let’s think about it And try not to think about if it’ll stay the same, or change its name. The blood on the tracks will lead us back it’s true But it makes no sense when the scent’s on you It feels so tired trying to become some something new I feel so tired... The soil was salted and retained But I sowed it again It wasn’t what I had planned, but what’s there to understand or to explain? When harvesting a broken now, best not to think aloud Just gather what you are feeling Imagine that there’s a meal to feast upon, and get you off. What’s not overwhelming does not stimulate Hungry when there’s so much left on my plate The clock keeps running, the heart keeps hunting in its wake It gets so tired, it feels so tired, it gets so tired, I feel so tired... It’s not the sky I know, does it weigh, me down or let me go? I don’t know, celebrate my findings wherever I may go. The heart was was filled with some kind of cake, that simply would not bake.

Looks like, you’re up, you are enough All I know is nothing, can turn into something... Take stock, in feels, when thoughts conceal Time can disavow your, natural superpowers... I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong, I spoke my mind and bit my tongue I’ve left my laundry out to dry, and kept it tucked between a pillow and the night... Hey kid, you’re it, be small, go big The ground may disappear but, your feet are always near ya... I’ve been light and I’ve been pale, took to sea and pulled the sail, I’ve held a mirror up to the ghost, and peeled the skin off of the, right off of the bone.

When the day becomes your night, and searching hands become your eyes, and what’s not wrong just isn’t right, that’s when you start to realize... Something here is torn asunder Something’s up and going under Woe is he who rues the light that lays to bare the things he tried, to bring to heel the heart and mind, to sue for peace only to find... Everything is full of wonder Every step leads to another Why oh why do children hide a bit of truth in every lie, a bit of you in every my, a lot of now to pass the time... What is god and what is me, you ask yourself which to believe, “I can’t remember what’s to be, you see...” Everything is full of wonder Every me leads to another When you were young you thought the world was nothing less than beautiful, then laughed it off and cried until, you thought it more a miracle... Can’t believe you ate, everything thing on your plate Can’t believe you are, the world you’ve been so far In spite of what you’ve been you’re taking off the very skin you bore And wearing what is there, what a mess of scar and muscle Heavening within while the flames of hell lick at your door And saying it’s a sin that you must give in to the bustle Can’t believe you grow, between the rows we’ve sown Can’t believe you found, a way to stick around Working on a plan but the plan is not to have a plan Don’t you understand that the flames you fan won’t burn you Gotta realize that the truth you hide is not a lie It’s the product of a man, of a way you can now turn to... And now turn to...and now turn to...

You can’t chase it, stuck with tasting, what’s been poured, some’s on the floor Left to weather it together, although you’re alone and naked Turn your head, to wake the dead Nothing breaks that can’t be broken, what’s been said’s been left unspoken Searching with your ringed fingers for what’s there but undelivered So, you try, to close your eyes...imagine it’s the other...young and just discovered...so in love with you There’s home...still you’re driving on...where the hell you going? Don’t know what you’re knowing...nothing’s not for you Dawn reveals a frozen room with bodies now gone out of tune though Something smells of heat dust burning, nothing’s on must be a dream returning So you lie, to pass the time...when something so familiar...warm enough to fill you...reaches for your hand...now you understand

Am I alone in sleeping with the light on, light on Drifting on a current that pretends to be a mother’s arms, tending to a voyage meant to find a, find a, new world just beyond where light is not a means of being seen Am I alone in dreaming with a camera, camera, framing every memory with melancholy reverie, taken with the faces that remind a, mind of, places now remembered for the sake of not remembering I’m not of the cut, to seek out meaning In whatever might stop to catch my eye This head is a blur, of thought and feeling That buries the days in fits of night Often I would wonder about the ones who lost it, was it in a vacuum, was it sudden, can a person feel the difference 'tween a day and then the day come after, is it like repeating a word until it’s nothing but absurd And now it’s me with nothing but the me I’m hunting, trying to make sense of whether I am prey or predator, seeking out a scent of what is tamed or wilder, ness amongst a vanity of ill fitting insanity I’m the not of the fold, there is no after To decipher the now that came before I do what I’m told, and skim the chapters To keep appearances up and nothing more A rush, fills me...as I’m done thinking Too much, stills me...as I am sinking in The light, keeps me...drenched in weariness It might, leave me...lost though here in this

Taking a bath in your water, it don’t clean me, I don’t care, it’s just fine, and warm in there, warm in there Taking the piss out of someone, so familiar, and always here, just to crack a little smile, a little mirror You arrive, fully clothed, with so much skin to give, I’m, chewed down to the bone and not alone So give it time, enough to wear, and you might find me there with, nothing more than nothing left to share So many ways left to hurt you, and little room, for tending to, a splintered heart, a willing tongue, a weathered womb Pawning off discarded heirlooms, for fucking peanuts, so you can spend, it on bad drinks, a broken sink, and a dead end No more words, left to pave, the road you’re traveling, there’s simply too much dirt that’s in the way I’ll take a walk outside and try to remember the sun Why look to stars for meaning, they’re still receding I’ve given all I can give it’s a given, I’ve lived all that I could live for the livin’ I’m just not in this in it Taking a bath in your water, it don’t clean me, but I don’t care, it’s just fine, and warm in there, warm in there

Oh how you pretend, that you like it...the creaking of trees, the relative ease of finally deleting every form of distraction Is this what you want, well you got it...the clean of a breeze, a sky on the green, a silence that feeds on psychogenic abstractions... So now lay down your arms, it’s not defeat but you will learn to accept it, and the calm, of your still, is a balm for your ills Is there still life on Mars, or is it just the memory of water, that implies, the remains are alive? Oh how you embrace, the distortions...asleep in a bar, under the stars, heaven is a dream of getting lost in familiar revelry You made it this far, now get closer...the pull of a day, wasting away, given to a retreat where time is written in cursive Don’t look within without looking at all the people that you were that you’ve not been, keeping with, they’re just ghosts, nothing more, than a screen And now the day is come and it seems, that you might need to finally make a decision, is the peace that you crave, just a war that you wage? Where is there not left to go? What to do with what’s left behind, artifacts from another time, a museum surrounds me now, a lot to feel not to think about, I blur the lines between time and space, between a friend and a friendly face, between the past and the here and now, between my mouth and what’s coming out I will never get used to it, but never will I let go of it...

Yeah it’s fine don’t hit rewind, it’s better only half memorized Let’s pretend it never ends, break its hands and leave it to die Whoa how lucky am I that I Lived half of your life What a waste to find your face, now buried in the way that you look Why oh why do you still try, taking just to take what you took Just got high, country fried, analyzed the other side, fantasized and left to die, judging by the look in your eyes Boilerplate, featherweight, throw down just to mediate, fauna for the flora you ate Let me touch, such and such, really it ain’t all that much, to recognize the holy in us You and I, by surprise, open heart and open mind, dressed up in what we hung to dry

People are dying to tell me what’s wrong 'stead of living to listen to what’s going on Jesus just try, Jesus just try to belong...to it all Folks they keep leaving their bodies behind, running off with their shadows and losing their minds People must die, people must die I’ve been told, but I won’t Blessed the path of the ones that would rather consider the peace in defeat than consider the math Tend to the green and the blue in between, what is left is not what one might mean For every truth there’s a wink of the eye, like my father before me, he never asked why Faith is a balm keeping you small in the keep, of divinity So here I am after taking a nap, need some time to unwind but they’re calling me back God let me die, hell you know why, lord you know...that I tried Somebody said it is better when read but the film adaptation's what captured the feeling instead People deserve both a sequel and third, least an alternate ending, at least just pretend... ...how it ends....

Time for you is fading, but still you’re present, this is perfect And here we wait just weighing, as your eyes render the sky’s fluorescence in stark grace All your my, will undo...all my your, will undo... Hoping that the grass don’t, grow where it’s pressed with, your indentation, a lighter green but I know, it will flourish beneath your vanishing form I won’t hide, you in you...I can’t die when you do Fire’s in your house...burn...fire’s in your house...burn... Time folds on its creases, find your place at, place at the table Paws still corn chip scented, you’re memorized your, movements labeled, and you are free Breathing like you’re breaking, walls are coming down Shiver like you’re shaking, walls are coming down What is it you’re feeling, walls are coming down Curled up on the ceiling, walls are coming down Here yet all around Buried on the ground Making little sounds