i don't want to love you anymore because it hasn't worked for me before. i say nothing's ever going to change. spiteful, hateful kindness dies in vain. spiders in my car? i'll deal with it tomorrow. tar pit in my lungs? nothing beats the drugs, though. too sick to complain; married to her brain flow. dollar for a day if you stay away... i could love you from up close, but you won't let me get too close. keep on saying that i'll love you for another day.

press it swiftly down, try to steer it. my right dips towards the white snake drowning in my mirror. currents in my mind, pushing further towards the line. do i want to stay? currents in my mind, much excited at this time. what is my soul trying to say? "livin' is sweet, but lovin' is sweeter. you're hard wired for empathy." you and i both, we're just one being: a single plurality. i am intimately bound to a spectral feeling only whispered of in ancient teachings, cosmic breathing. i look in the mirror in search of a dream that may never find me. oh! but what could it be? i look in the mirror and i'm tumbling down my bottomless pupils. lovin' gives my soul wings, livin' don't mean a thing 'cause we're hard-wired for empathy. you and i both, we're just one being: a single plurality. livin' is sweet but lovin' is sweeter.

antagonistic tendencies, expanding insecurities; despondency breaks out and takes the reigns. endless possibilities, but only one that's supposed to be. when it doesn't happen, who's to blame? she takes me on a walk to the corner store, just opened up a pack but hey i'll buy some more. my stomach's twisting up, I've never felt this before. I Thank You. will you ever understand the feeling? will i ever focus on the healing? antagonistic tendencies–that's exactly how it's supposed to be! the fact alone will renovate the dwellings of my mental cave. she takes me to the top of the elevator, i keep thinking to myself i'm going to do it later. but my time is running out, my presence quickly traded for an older, colder, darker man of action and my nerves are feeling blissed. desire is a drug if you're complacent, just face it. sabotage yourself, you'll never make it, but fake it. desire is a drug for the complacent, don't waste it. drowning in your souped up brain you hate it I Hate It. i can hear the wind whipping through the trees. snow is coming down, crystals cover me. submit myself to pain again so willingly. building expectations never, ever leaves me free. i turn towards the cold, turn towards the cold. "if i keep up doing this, i never wanna grow old." deep in my chest the frost takes its hold. "warm hearts die in the winter, that's just how it goes." fly down the stairs, fly down the stairs, force myself to act like i don't really, really care. out on the lawn when i feel it's unfair: "if it wasn't for my stupid self, i wouldn't be there." desire is a drug if you're complacent.

the sky is falling down upon the trees–a blanket for them all to go to sleep the season i lament my waking dreams–but my heart just won't believe me i make no sound, but wander among the leaves. the frigid ground reminds me of what used to be. to manically confess myself to you is a tragedy i'll never put you through. i guess that this is how it has to be, but my heart just won't believe me. i make no sound; allow myself to blend in with the trees. i turn around, thinking of what used to be. allow myself to sleep another day, if only to ignore the disarray. to clear this mess, i ought to take a knee–but my heart just won't believe me... i make no sound, blind to barren limbs upon the trees. a burial ground: reliving things that used to be.

sunlight reaches out to me across the water, a bridge of light that leads to better living. isolation is all i need. silent life is like a dream. feeling sand under my toenails, something pulls me towards the waves. it's a self-fulfilling prophecy; i'm guided by the breeze. no illusions of prestige. the tepid water is the key something more than what's known to me, far away, in oceans deep. part the seas, clear the way for me. voices in my left ear telling me to leave here, urging me to Let Go. don't know where it comes from. but i really trust him; follow when he says to: "give into the ocean, it never hurt no one. the atlantic atman: a place of endless sun. give up all emotion and close your eyes, and breathe like ocean tides." a little salty water never hurt no one. the atlantic atman: a place of endless sun. so grab your suntan lotion and still your fears and Feel The Ocean Tides.