fight

I guess the best that I can do now is pretend that I've done nothing wrong.

I think from now on, I'm going to keep a daily record of how many times I lie. How many times I reply "I'm fine" to "How are you?" I'll record every time I smile and don't mean it. I'll record every time I miss you and try to deny it. I'll use my blood cells as coins and paint my skin with them. My lies follow me everywhere i go.

you were holding on to make a point - what's the point?

now I can't breathe

99 luft balloons

And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen shooting from the window of your room, to be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom and land deflated in some neighbor state that's strewn with 99 others.

in the aeroplane over the sea

Last night I dreamt of everyone I want to love.

I'm expected to believe that any of this is real

Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and the tigers do, saying: "no one can stop me, no one clips my claws! now everyone watch me scale these outside walls!"

You took the pious and profane, turned around the praise and blame, said "a glass can only spill what it contains.“ To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane, a glass can only spill what it contains - What new mystery is this? What blessed backwardness?

The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist! Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men the Almighty One does not defend! I was halfway listening to what she thinks she knows. We're like children dressing in our parents' clothes, saying: "Nobody knows me, no one knows my name, No, nobody knows me, nobody knows me..."

I believe in a god.

I can't shake the awful feeling that lies underneath everything. The feeling that no, just because you're here doesn't mean you belong somewhere.

"We've got to get better."

I said, "It's all in your head."

We could live through these letters

Or forget it all together.

See the months they don't matter.

It's the days I can't take

When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away.

I used to keep fire flies in jars, and by the time I got to them they weren't alive anymore well I'm going to let you free and into the atmosphere before your light burns out even though tonight and every other night from now on, I won't be able to see the easiest way out.

swing life away

I found the sky and chose the ground. I tend to fall and if I do I don't want to rely on a cloud. In the grass, I can sleep - or close to sleep, no one truly sleeps anymore. In the trees I can hide. In the dirt I can revel and in the gold I can pity. I can't do anything in the sky but fly and be free, and no one's ever really free. A bird is binded to the sky, but I'm content in being confined to the ground.

knives out, catch the mouse

I chose me you over you me 

This great evil - where's it come from?

How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light? Mocking us with the sight of what we might of known? Does our ruin benefit the earth, aid the grass to grow and the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed through this night?