cardboard boxes,
felt more like home,
always running,
from things i don’t know,
in the backseat,
everything i own,
call me crazy,
but i feel so alone.
and i can’t decide if i’m,
living or if i’m gone,
there’s a ghost living here,
and i take him everywhere.
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.
Voiceless voices
Amongst a scattered world
all you do is lie and deceit
don’t you know an eye for an eye
is a bad habit? so keep the receipt
i need them to see,
but this is deeper than me.
try having a secret to keep
with a backstabbing grit in your teeth
but want the whole world to love you
as their favorite mystery piece
how can you blame a single person you meet.
i’m no angel you see
i fly high with devils
born with no wings
my love embezzled
by impermanent things
we are all sinners unique
and purpose we seek
so keep the ground on your feet
because we’re all here fighting gravity
just do something you idiot
i'll give it to you later,
I promised i'd do better,
we act like we are strangers, when we aren't together.
should I call now or later?
I'm struggling on paper,
the only thing that changes her mind, is
the weather
so I'll create lightning,
and destroy the things I'm fighting,
I am no longer hiding,
this storm deep inside me.
-b
here’s my glass cup
fill it up, with your love, my love
she’s calling last call
and i can’t get enough
drunk on subliminal things
stumbling when i hear your name
such a lovely sound