The sensitivity is the short wick That lights the demise of the candle's short light And if concern dropped like a stone off a cliff We'd all light out bedroom till we eat out last dream The rushing feeling that you're just Another lipstick trace on dressing mirror of The linoleum floor that's become our sidewalk Polished fine so that as we look for change The reflection will distort Until you smash your heel on every pose That finger prods at every space Until at once I crash into a circle At the toll I'm so upset Stabbing at the pressure points I hang up the phone That's been left buzzing for hours Was hoping that a new call would be inbound Assuage the nightmares through some new sounds But soreness rests in all hushed tones Until silently left paralyzed and all alone The rushing feeling that you're just Another lipstick trace on dressing mirror of The linoleum floor that's become our sidewalk Polished fine so that as we look for change The reflection will distort Until you smash your heel on every pose Those are the places that we break

I still believe for now that I got myself into this mess (Well, yeah, that seem like it's kinda the case, huh?) Only a small part said, “drop out” (drop out drop out drop out drop out) But inside I know that I can’t so now I'm fraught with expectations and I want to meet them but some are out of reach Like, living and eating and moving and breathing Screaming my lungs hoarse at the academic “I’ll never fuck up this bad ever again!” Still in hope – and washed down with soap That somehow I’ll be better, 'cuz success is forever But I don’t know what that even means 'Cuz money seems like a real shitty dream And living out worthlessly Seems so much more serene

This drink is just an invitation For me to stay a while here To feel momentarily right at home Before I get flushed with that familiar feeling Of what I see as awkward silence where my breaths space Closer and closer and closer 'till they cut off forever Blown out brains don't overthink things All these lines don't write themselves Except like all those many times before And I don't have fun like that anymore That since I began breathing It's been too late for me to stand by you And more so over now I can't believe you any less then fallen In occupying two meanings of gravity It's a really long fall off the rooftops It's even farther from heaven darling... Not cheering on broken bones of promise But hell if I'm not a negative hubris I slowly open my eyes again On this pleasurable conscious that toys up my breath patterns And I swear I've heard this song wafting like a puff from a cigarette In the air, before, once or twice And more important the way these notes lay their bleak head on The same train that called the storm home So these chords remind me of Long periods where I was ready to die If just in perverse interest, but I'll live If only to hear that damn song again.

And it is commonly accepted fact That life goes way far back But it's all gone today Burning up a lifetime Inside of an acid bath You missed out the point Of us all being here Not to smoke crack, get screwed, drink beer But don't you ever fear It's what was meant from the start No hope for anyone I think we're all dead The afterlife's only a joke Life and death are one the same A dead man's driving a hearse And in back he's as live as him Drive him to the service in a bus No hope for anybody I think we're all dead

(Voice 1) I think that it's not OK But deep down we're alright Maybe we're alright? I'm not sure that we're alright But it's fine when my skin is covered with sharpie Silver-marker skin Silver-sharpie skin is all I am There is no gold, there is no bronze, there are no alloys that can cover me I'm just silver all over - a useless gauze, silver, but nothing else I think it's not OK But maybe deep down we can be alright But maybe alright is all we can be And there can be nothing else Just a veneer, a cover, like a silver marker Like a silver sharpie covering skin Nothing more than that Nothing better, nothing less Just a veneer, nothing more But I think that's alright... Maybe it's alright (Voice 2) I think... I think that it's not OK There's gonna be a lot of psychotic things that are gonna happen And we're gonna have our brains wracked but every instance of life That appears before us Every single instance of life is going to crush us it's going to turn us into skin suits covered with silver No other alloys No gold, no bronze, no iron, no other ages Just the age - the island that we are stuck on Nothing but that, we are stuck there, nothing else I don't think we're alright, I think everything is falling to pieces And we're going to be put together into misshapen puzzles That don't fit - it's just silver-sharpie covered skin Nothing more, nothing less - nothing The age of end I don't think it's alright.

Days inside only make me weary Missing you and myself too Bony fingers gone to hell What was it I said? That "It's alright?" Well that's a lie and a cover-up Room's full of things that I'll never need But I'll keep them anyway and claim their novelty I missed out all of the comings out Rip up my joints only gives me gout Draw the curtains I don't ever need to grow In my gut there is a lining And all the cells are lining up A sinking feeling there's nails down here But my shot neurons don't feel at all If you care, steal my stem So I can breath in comatose My wall gets the awkwardness of glare My screen - the perversity of hours My mind - the curse of inactivity If I stay inside I'll come undone If I go outside I'll learn to hate what gave me life Something goes wrong in the great abyss Missing the revolution as we approach de-evolution Get away from my door I don't want your salvation

Bring me home No, I don't wanna roam Break my head across a stone I'll know what it is to be alone He says all that she's good for Is taking checks and living poor Outside, a broken Saturday Jesus neck crack cardio I don't like it out there There's too many voice screaming Bring me home Maybe it'll make some sense there

Every fault can be traced back To a fuck-up father and a misled dad Mother leave me in the womb I Don't wanna come out anytime soon Keep me out of it I don't even want my place I may follow your example And become just another Testament to how a kid will follow when they shouldn't No responsibility Actions' refraction Parents keep it down Don't get any big ideas "I'm gonna be free From how you're gonna be Of the stifling grip Of screwed parents who didn't understand kids" That's the credence when you're 17 In 10 years you find the circle closing again Not for lack of effort It's just how the order works To fall screaming into the pit Parents have dug up from birth We fall into the pitfalls That the generations have dug up from before we were born We trip up on our feet and Stumble into the same traps - Whether we like it or not Kids will follow into the grave Kids will follow right into the mass grave Kids will follow into the grave No matter who the parent is

Some days I wake up to a cup of coffee Stick my fingers in until I can feel burn me I need sometimes to be reminded that this means I’m alive And I guess I am unless my brain and nerves are both lying So I take a lot more of that sweet caffeine 'Cause I don’t want any of those real drugs And I’m just addicted to that “coming down” feeling So I organize the room I live in Then crash somewhere inside the 7th drawer Lay down in bed and have bittersweet dreams Wake up and I realize La Dispute ain’t me for a reason And then Freud whispers something about the id But I tell him to just shut the fuck up because I really don’t give much of a shit about all of that No I ain't got a brain, no sir

We might as Well tell the afterlife I did just fine when I was alive And my departure was pure volunteering Of my perfect haircut To the omnipotent uncaring Who float the flag between here and the unknown Because energy just doesn't go away So make it swift please I'm here to enter the thatch-straw clique of the Dead with my head rolling down the floor But take note of the haircut 'cuz it's really nice Take a look At my haircut! Looks great doesn't it?!

Just days after my lovely bench I blew out my candles like a wench Eating cake cut by a rake And wear a pointed hat just like a dunce I should get myself a birthday present today And it's not much of something you can keep Cool of weather and warm of head Wouldn't be that way if I dropped dead Get her right now right out of my brain And lift me up with a broken crane Follow-through the contents of this gift box I feel a loving for a fleetful fox I should ask now - should talk On all my priorities' dump romps Hateful when you flip your hair 'Cuz it's not within my reach If I get let down I'll mope about all year And there's nothing you can do to get me out of it There's nothing I can do to get me out of it

The cracks in the aquarium Slowly flood the room I'm sleeping in I get out of bed to find my floor is wet Well what happened to break all of the glass? To make my flares disappear How anger gives way to despondency And yeah, they've changed, well, everybody's changed While I forever stay the fucking same Listen closely to the wall and break Down and collapse to a pile of self I don't even wanna see I cried having to hear Well what happened to All the simple, drooling days? I smell something dead in the bush outside my house I think it's either a cop or an overgrown bug I find raccoons picking away looking for gold But they walk off with their empty paws Well what happened to the simple, natural world? Well what happened to the world I understood?

She wore the cold Even when the weather was warm And I got sick of runners As soon as that happened I hear horns blare off in all directions And it sounded chaotic While my mind Waxed asymptotic Like where do the lines cross Between where we are and want to be With byproducts all left behind Aggression, depression, and unfulfillment You can really read the discontent By miles of people running sunbaked avenues

The late fall wind blows through the holes That the stress you causes tore in my jeans Despite the pain you caused my brain Backseat drove me to the far-left lane I will still miss you I find the grass has grown in brown As the leaves get swept off of the ground It starts to rain and I wash my hair And then I put up a pot of tea I try to recreate her special blend But I don't have the time to spend And I know it just won't ever taste the same I burnt the letters That I thought I'd send I will still miss I will always find time to miss I go to Andrew for talks To make on long, leaf-crunching walks He isn't sure quite what to say Makes me wish to have a lay In a bed where I could stay Until the new year begins On the 29th of November The ground ices over For the first time in almost a year I bust my ass on the frozen grass It reminds me that you're probably doing the same And I will miss you It just reminds me that I will miss you It just says that I will miss you

I really mind the way The sun beats down every day Makes it so hard To stay awake Words in the sky Paint by a jet I'm lying in my own sweat

It's not so much we're in disagreement The cognizance & dissonance disassociate Voices become shouts against higher tides Information, misrepresentation, and static sides So instead in our ego's appetite That it burrows in the shell of prisons Before it decides to curl up and die One day somewhere in my own future I see prior knowledge become void & valueless In an endless well of circumstantial know how And trivia facts with dead weight practicality Volume underneath piles & piles of deceased Photoless magazines, liquid paper paperbacks A mutable reality where objectivity plays second to facts

Why do I always overthink the most trivial of things A simpleton mind thought into a close ring Banality of purpose can keep a mind on edge But only in the desperation for a cause It's probably nothing It's all much too poorly It's definitely nothing It's probably nothing Well, someone spent a dollar on this thing It's not an egg with a wedforth ring I need to keep up my moral morale But someone got some unknown valentine It's probably nothing It's all much too poorly It's definitely nothing It's probably nothing I'll eat my words one day And they'll taste of caramel & chocolate But that's hardly right I hate this fucking sweet tart here In a really nonsense way I ate up whole and one And got a wicked stomach ache I'd eat again but in more time 'Cuz of this fucked up Valentine It's probably nothing It's all much too poorly It's definitely nothing It's definitely nothing

The thumbprint of neurological necessity Has given far, far, away Today and for all days after I imagine Every little strand holds blood But yellow, black, or red it differs So where are the waves that pull us closer What is the common between you & I only Weighty filling taking me away from me Please reverse this tear duct vasectomy Freedom can come sometimes through admittance Give me a pint of your blood humor heart Because I could use a roadmap to total desolation Got things that I'd like to do Got things that I'd like to say But the words won't escape my tongue No, my tongue's always tied up And I really gotta fix those lights

It was years ago, I'd say But I saw her on the video She barely looked how she looks now And it made my jaw there kiss the floor And still so fashionable look And still in the trends, you know I feel like a fool for letting it get to me I saw her on the video Fuzzy, blurry, well, was that her? Saw her on the video Fuzzy, blurry, I don't know if that was her I don't know In the grand scheme I'm fooled And it means something to me Who filmed this here I can only guess This was way before my time When I was that age I had no idea of consequences I am surely positive That you stores of common sense A swelling sense of nostalgia For something that I never did see It destroys me from the inside And fills me up with melancholy

Is there a song pouring through the window Of the building you reached in the chirping green morn Or was I just hearing it like I’d like to hear it play And you were wrapped up and carried away By the prettiest boy that I have ever seen He was kind of a mess but he was alright I guess Humming the hymn carried holy on his breath And I sit on the bench push the creases out Of my shirt, all while it starts to move In rhythm, in time, in some show of religion When it's my turn I drink up and gag On all the red’s that seem so important to them So I spit, and now I just have to suck it up Swallow Lucifer in my throat so he can sliver down slow It is bitter as anything but I can see release With a boy who sitting across the street … It’s just a turn of the head a hair flip fantastic And we know it for sure We are gone, we are gone, It’s just a small push to make your own sense of right And freedom can be free but it’s still called thievery The grass will grow high in the unkempt lawn And my eyes close hard that the lids tear open The dirt so absorbent that I just sink right in Further down to the underpull which seems so tempting And I don’t like to leave anything But I know that now, I just have to be going It’s just a turn of the head a hair flip fantastic And we know it for sure We are gone, we are gone, It’s just a small push to make your own sense of right And freedom can be free but it’s still called thievery

Perfect style And blood-stained broods Aesthetic fulfillment A sharp knife Lodged in the ribs We all see our own heartbeat But some watch closer than others I watch it go black

Another video has gone online I heard its a real shitshow Some video of some dude Doing something fucking stupid After drinking too much alcohol He didn't really know what he was in for No, not at all Now he's memorialized forever We are all now Drowning while surfing So everybody's fooled now it must be that good Give the people what they want More and more rake in the constant views Imitations begin to rise up - virality down-pat And I begin to feel a little sick *BLAGH* And in half a day while mom & dad are at work The clip gets a million views Who's really watching this shit though? We'll never know Because they wouldn't give their name - they're ashamed It's just a few over & over again To them it'll never get old We are all now Drowning while surfing (A little while later grandma sees the clip Sends it out to all her friends But they had seen it already a month before Now they can't place what was ever good They don't know why it ever clicked But I guess that's just the lifecycle of this shit)

The fluid runs fast Past signs and down the smokey street where The smell of breaking lingers And then mingles with the desolate It stains the rushed curb And where the signs used to be Flows teal & shocking from the shattered As if the coolant is escaping from me (Like this) If prudence was the paramount I'd sense a wolf bearing A fate preparing a feast But instead a cliché rears its kid again Breaths escape nervously I'll make a call I don't want to To the orchestra of fear playing fast underneath my stomping feet

All I'm saying is That I have nowhere to go Looking forward to illusions Eating out is for my health I can go anywhere Do anything and call Up the world and scream aloud: "Others have but I won't take the fall" Scramble for an escape But no one is getting through You are taking me back To the place where I finally died The way you smile while you're looking away Is not enough to get me by You are taking me back To the sill where I stared the blue sky From below the vantage of a bug Breathing its last

Am I not enough To become what could be considered good? Have I yet to reach my apex Or is my ceiling crashing down? I missed the point of me being here Was it my will or dictation Miss out on everything Too deep into nothing A message sent is not returned No I never return those messages Oh no I was hardly adequate From the start When I was alone something was biting at my ankles 'Till it took my limbs clear off I'm red, exposed, and tissue-fed Now if I bleed then why am I brown If people profess silence why do I hear orchestras of sound?