“my Head Was Killing Me, I Was Killing Me.”

life

seems fake

sometimes

you know?

can you

believe

the things

you knew?

if you

deny

the things

you hide

you might

just find

you’re holding

demons

inside.

To look down from above

There’s no god in the heavens.

You won’t find it looking up.

Sometimes you have to see the world,

How the heavens would see… us.

In the boring, unique, and subjective.

In the small chatter across a dance floor,

In the old guard dog that lays brazenly across old sofas,

In smiles with a stranger,

And heart palpitations.

Even in the wind,

Or in a cold shoulder,

Burning knowledge,

And a bottle that’s broken.

You’ve been given all of the pieces to find,

What you’ve been searching for inside.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is the presence of any kind of god would be all around us.

Or maybe even within us.

-b

even when the whole world is telling me no,

i still only want you.

so tell me,

what should i do?

i think it’s so beautiful that we can learn each others ways and thoughts. we can understand each other or at least try to, and that itself is a way of giving your love to another. a little bit of your life, a little bit of your being. even if you don’t realize it.

i want what i can’t have

And after everything, I still have nobody. Why do I give so much of myself to other people?

poison in my blood,

no bite, no arrow either.

just a glimpse of heaven,

to a nonbeliever.

Monopoly Jailhouse Blues

I’m not innocent

Well I hope just a lil bit

You can’t get a hold of me

Baby it was heaven sent

Yea I could smell it then

perfume on my laundry

Hey Mrs officer

I’m sorry for all of my crimes

I don’t live that life no more

Maybe once or twice

On the run

It’s been so long

Got an x on my chest

Might wear a vest

Eyes on me all the time

Tell ma I’ll pay the fine

Maybe it’s fine

Give myself a break

Smoking and meditate

Phone, silent mode

Don’t hit my line

If life was just a game

Would you Try a little harder

Would you Try a little harder

Why are you so afraid?

Just Try a little harder

Just Try a little harder

I feel it in my bones

I’m getting old

And i still don’t got a home

I lost myself a long time ago

The open road

Has my soul

And I just can’t stay for long

I paid that price a long time ago

A long time ago,

A long time ago,

I was stripping her bikinis,

In Motel rooms,

Had movie screenings,

Shoulda hear her screaming,

didn’t know I was the villain,

How was I supposed to know

All we wanted was the feeling

And the taste of gold

But that’s not for us to know

It’s not for us to know

had a conversation with myself,

we didn’t really agree