I miss you That moment we spent star gazing wasn’t spent lightly That is something I remember every time I see the light from far suns spent nightly You were curved around me, and I was curved around your finger I still pray daily for the love from that moment to linger. It’s bigger than us, and we spent a night soaking it all in, hoping we could fall in To the moon’s gaze and drifted to a place between me and you. Chorus: You never go away, which I thank God for, because I still treasure that night, that kiss I dream about you in colors that don’t exist, but you’re always slipping away into the mist Your lips brushed a beautiful painting on mine, and I framed it and hung it in my heart So that even though we’re apart, in mind and body, theres always that beautiful moment, that gorgeous start Stark against a winter wind, in a warm place we loved Built sincere affection on the earth’s cold infection White washed water, we had each other’s eyes for reflection The contrast almost ironic seeing how we slipped away and both became lukewarm to the heat of our bodies. Chorus: I can remember the day I asked you, and I can remember the candor we both had Regardless of where we ended up, I don’t want you sad. Your body haunts me at night, curved like the hills of the dessert Words can’t contain the love I hand to you through my open letter Letters are wasted daily on loves that abandon at the nearest pit stop But every word of mine is measured to not waste a drip of ink but to relay my dots and dashes to you. I got tossed in matched with you so I’m here till my heart stops and collapses through. This message is wax sealed and carried to you, through my mouth I’ll love you till the sun and all the stars go out.

Thank God for your holes, it’s easier for the undertakers That earth was given to walk on, not relocate according to whim And it’s fickle at that, it’s mainly just scared. Stay prepared for nightmares, light scares and fights prepared No action on your part though, got enough self-loathing to occupy your time Whats worse? The sure climb or steady descent in your mind? Born, raised and dead in the womb, the last your own invention Stray from paths to escape foot traffic, not that’s worth the mention Chorus: you (dig a hole) You’ll always (dig a hole) Vs2: Stand for what you believe in, don’t be a spineless worm You micromanage your life at every turn, to avoid even the thought of a burn If you want to live in the ground that bad then at least build the coffin to match but don’t expect life to give you what you want if you don’t fight past your own latch lie down to rest, not to hide fight past the rest, though you might die

You’re like a monkey with a miniature cymbal Five leaves deep but you left earth a while ago You spin your life’s yarn on a collapsible metal spindle Add a smile that flows, and subtract a pile of dough You waste your money on wasting your time Grind your life away, you pack your belongs and rocket to the moon But you hit so called “walls” like you were raised as a mime It’s an acid that’s eating you away and you may be dropping it soon Copycat syndrome, you cough hairballs of what people want to hear You follow a map of made up stars, getting signatures of the unfamous But when you’re left alone is when you end up lost in fear Walked for miles on a path of communication, but taking the time to listen is extraneous you checked out months ago, but it feels like yesterday you’re a synonym for eager, a noun for cooking but a verb for out of alignment grab the windpipe, squeeze till blue then press and play looked at the upsides, but forgot to read the fine print Your attention deficit has to be paid soon, it’s past over due You clocked out on the green, stooped down in the blue, and crash on the couch Start backpacking passion and slouch, you’ll fit in with the apathy crew You walk back inside from a trip to your favorite place, rasping and proud You place value on illusions, giving way to big problems that seem small and vice versa Eating cereal with all natural incompetence, you barf lines of inadequate conversation You’re bent on writing a new story but can’t understand yourself when you write cursive Stop the facelift, it’s obvious and faked when you grab onto what I say and try and rock our faces

I watched the city burn; A growing pile of embers that glowed with the hatred of its oppressors I watched you learn of the past that haunts its streets without the freedom of professors Slowly we turned to gas lit lights, unstable in the wind The squall of quarrels leaving their flimsy glass unable to defend We made the best of the ash, drawing figures on our skin Unable to comprehend that our beautiful town had fallen in the end We wandered the alleyways looking for our good time but lost our dignity without the map to detail it for us We thought we outdid the woods but we simply rescaled the forest The impiety stamped on our foreheads. we gathered supplies of brick and stone to lay a foundation of cracked findings. But the mortar that held us together was more than binding. It was blinding and winding through our minds and left us simply sighing inside them. We collected our thoughts, door to door, memory to memory A mummery of man’s masochistic need for mammary induced motives. We held our council in the tower of pretenses, without defenses. Confessing disdain for pretexts that came before our weak pleasures We lit a fire to signal others to our extended reach, but over stepped the line Time and time we doubled our lives, only to reclaim the smoke of a dimly lit shine We focused on the world, not the lens from which we crept on a world that felt inferior It focused that light on the shadows of our city that fear deterred we built cathedrals to our images and built the same stained glasses windows we picketed slowly our hard work was reduced to a pile of the earth it was built on we sung of our city with a felt song, never thinking it felt wrong when the son burnt us back our dry wit lit like kindling doused in gasoline will our city grow back through the folly of man’s ambitions or is it just a lasting dream?

It’s the simple explanation of the human lifestyle encapsulated in it’s evening out. The one night stand of understanding. The morning after it wakes and dons its gown. Unrecognizable but for the headache that follows like a lost puppy looking for its owner. Not quite ready for public eyes it waits for the next cycle of appearances, always the loner. Consuming the consumer, simplistic truth is found in glass walls as society stones it. Only the darkest night knows its face, yet humanity claims he knows it. Following a trend of good humor, blind faith and reckless actions man is stripped to his bare essentials All on an operating table of a doctor that kills his victims slowly with the romance of wine and candles Chorus Roman traditions in grand form, aluminum cans in hand Recycling the same thought process as the last time of celebration of man. A human abstract of humanity’s downfalls and greatest moments, but nothing between. The sum of civilizations actions. every philosophers veritable wet dream Reduction of gray area, high contrast of the small window into man’s mind Causing the poor of spirit but strong of thought to stand down for those of weak in brain to stand high Bottling life into a see through cage, available at your local establishment. Leaving the world to guess at what every single other man meant