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Everything Lies In Timing

And tomorrow I leave
For who knows how long this time
I disappear like I’ve learned to do
And maybe you’ll disappear too
But this time for good
I’ll be left with nothing but memories
And the faded touch I’ll always desire
As I lay in strange beds staring at various ceilings
I always think too much before I fall asleep
I’ve only thought of you as of late
But maybe that will fade too
Disappear just like we know how to
I should’ve been born a ghost
But only if I could haunt you

I need a photograph of you.

I’ve always been a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes
If you only knew the rush, the quickened pace
That lightning in my heart and the thunder
In my ears, thump thump, I feel like I’m crashing
When you look me in the eye, even if it’s fleeting
And you shy back away, looking back to your nails
Or out the car window and I probably shouldn’t
Be staring at you on these winding roads
But I like the thrill and if we crashed
I’d hope the last thing I saw was the kaleidoscope
Hidden beneath your lashes amidst the broken glass
And the shallow breathes that whisper
Of summer nights running away and the distance
We both had to go to run into each other once more

I breathe gasoline on your matchstick coated lips
Together we can become Arson

Our ashes would disappear into one another
Drifting along once again

We always flared in the wind like embers
Desperate to set the earth ablaze 

Fullmoons and Voicemails

I hope I never forget your voice
Soft and peaceful
It really is like music
Every syllable you say
And I’ve never felt as comfortable
As I do when I hear you
Soothing and calmed
And your giggle drove me mad
And even the silence
The moments when you simply breathe
Matches the concept of you
You are beautiful Miss
Breathtaking dear

It’s Always Easy To Get Down

Shut the fuck up and realize something
I’m sick of hearing all the stupid cliches
like “There’s other fish in the sea”
And all this bullshit about “Soulmates”
And the lie nearly all of you seem to believe in
Called “True Love”, yeah true love is a fucking lie
Because I’ve felt “love” before
Usually it’s the moment right before I cum

Some people get their hearts broken and never fix it
Other people are born with it shattered in their chest

My strike on box got wet

Quit while you’re ahead
And if you forgot
Shower in gasoline
And leftover matchsticks
Spark, rinse, repeat
Until emotions never existed

Alone In Beds Like A Coffin

It’s getting easier to sleep alone
to stop thinking about the possibility
Of just the opposite
Because that hasn’t happened in a long time

It gets easier
I don’t know if that’s a good thing though.

Tumbling Under

I am the jagged rock found laying on the ground
Or piercing the bottom of your sole

I rolled myself to the river banks for the shade
And found myself thrown in and drowning

I feel lost beneath the river waves and breaks
And I am not fitting in with the other rocks

They are smooth and round and beautiful
Like any river rock should be

But me
I’m sharp and shallow and drowning
The blackest sheep in the blue
But the current feels cold and it caresses
Like nothing before it

I think if I hold my breath long enough
If I can keep from drowning
The water will smooth my jags and my ridges
And maybe then I can fit in with the smooth skins

I can belong if I stay here long enough
And I’ll be better for it

I should learn to hold back

I can’t find myself
After I was lost in you
And then you got lost too
All because of me, always it was me
I just feel empty, at first it was alone
But now I am a hollow husk
Now I’m nowhere to be found

Dashboards

phantom-love-syndrome:

We live these

Separate

Public

Lives

We watch each other

Silently

Separately

Alone

And we call ourselves connected

Exasperation

Replace the air with water so I can drown

The weight will remain the same and

I won’t forget to flail, after all it’s a scene

Might as well put on a good show.

We need a manual for love and life, I’m pretty sure we haven’t been doing it right.
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