tender mess.

Unravel me slowly, please
I'm a tender mess
in love with this sadness
and running out of words
to say so.
I've been romanticizing my distress
for so long
I'm tongue-tied and listless.

if the devil's in the details tonight.

Slowly smoking and
leaving the rest unsaid,
I'll extinguish our essence
through the silence and fading bruises
of better days,
and I swear that I'm the same but
one of these days I just might
learn from my mistakes.
Until then
I'll inflate my meaning,
always needlessly wordy,
and forget what Annie said.

validation.

You're seeking validation
and found me on a bad day;
I'm feeling petty and lashing out,
what's sacred to you anyway?

We're all just bad kids...

rusty reigns.

Rusty reigns
where do I begin?
Boldly unprepared
for whats ahead
as unbridled chaos
calls out for me.

I often wonder
where I find the time...

the evil i know.

Waiting my turn
I can't be bothered to share
in love with another sinner
think I'll grow out my hair
no I don't mind, no I swear
you're all the evil I know
and maybe
I know it all too well tonight.

checking in.

Checking in on myself
I'm seeing stars and
I can't let go tonight.

Double check my math,
something's not right.

She's in every word I speak,
every thought I think
but something's not right tonight.

blaze on.

I get the feeling
you wanna leave me behind,
and that's fine.

Blaze on baby
I hope you shine.

starving.

I wanna give my love to you
and you wanna give it back too.
Rattling bones tonight,
we're taking medicine
with all the bad kids.
Self-destruction in the name
of preservation.
We're starving.

waiting at the bar.

Watched your green eyes
while you talked to someone else,
they said a lot more
than the words coming out
of your pursed lips.

(I'm waiting at the bar.)

overandoverandoverandover.

I'm hitting the wall
over and over
taking note of
lessons to learn
after my carelessly plotted
fall from grace.

It could be any day.

unravel me.

You've become
my singular mission.
All my thoughts
escape to your side,
suddenly at your beck and call,
awaiting consumption
until your adorable miscalculations
unravel me.

totem.

 

 

This is a totem
for my thoughts of you.

I'm thinking of you.

...and dance.

Needlessly stubborn,
I'm saving face by
destroying everything in sight.
Get out of my way,
no solace in lies tonight.
You know me best,
and not at all.
We speak in silence and glances,
broken promises.
I wish I could still tell you
all my sorrows, needs.
Instead I'll waste another night
dreaming of blaming someone else -

(instrumental)

black hole.

I'm rewriting history again,
painting myself the villain.

I was the one that killed rock n roll.

And it's such a shame
but all you need to know:
baby, I'm a black hole.

wings.

If you're the angel, I must be the fool
cos I don't want anything from you
yet I find myself here
wondering what you'd have to do
to lose your wings for a night.

If I say your name in vain
every day for a week or two
would you lose control?
Would you lash out at me?
Swing wildly, maybe
sink down to my level?

I'll meet you at the bottom.

new lows.

I got so high I thought I died.
My body couldn’t contain me anymore.

I evolved. I evaporated.
I was no longer incarcerated
by the mortal coil that
spun me so tight
that I’d die to unwind.

So I
got so high I thought I died,
and I might die again tonight.

derailed.

I'm suffering for fashion,
oh the things we do for beauty!
And now Jenny's in my ear
talkin' bout the bad man's world.
And here we are
chasing elusive meaning
just stringing days together really,
acknowledging the people we used to be
and setting them on fire.
Now sobriety's calling out to me
but I'm too scared to pick it up
and Jenny's driving away,
so I gotta go
derail myself.

style.

Laying low, playing it close;
stop the fucking car!
I’ve been dreaming of running in circles and
you always were so heavy-handed with the wool,
never one to forgive.
I watched you become just like them,
now we’re sworn adversaries.
how stylized

touche.

It's a full moon tonight,
did you see?
Our behemoth satellite on full display
eclipsing expectations with
a well timed disappearing act.

writing on the wall.

At least this silence is purposeful,
unlike my undying love:
convoluted and messy.

I dismiss the lies I tell myself
most of all, even so
I don't think you notice
just how much I'm revealing.

You're my mind's graffiti,
potently illegible and
in desperate need of a cypher.

All the while, I'm
waiting in line
to be consumed by you.

random.

my empty need consumes me
too random to be random
I flock to you from every timeline