I Am The Dust On Your Shelf.

Nightlife,

The moon is up,

And she’s talking to me.

Give me somewhere to belong tonight,

Give me somewhere to belong.

My misery and my desire,

Are similar in their attire.

I’m really the smartest fool,

Touching a raging fire.

You must take what is yours,

Because yours only stays awhile.

And it’s only never too late,

To love the things you hate.

But then ya’ll gonna mix my words,

Y’all don’t know how to spell,

And what if I get my groove on,

And tell that bitch how I felt,

nah, I can’t catch no feelings,

Cuz that ain’t good for my health,

And when I get to coughing,

I pray I’m up in the clouds.

i am made up of broken promises and unlived dreams.

When the new day is born

Will you nurture it?

Will you teach it who you are?

Will it change you?

Or will you let it pass you by

Like a slow death in the sky

poison in my blood,

no bite, no arrow either.

just a glimpse of heaven,

to a nonbeliever.

a little green bug landed on my arm, out of instinct i swiped at it. oh what a shame something so small and so unaware had to meet its end, on my skin.

i guess my mistake was, i saw you as memories. i must’ve forgot that there was still more of you to remember.

if you are not aware of others

and not aware of yourself

you are chaos

if you are aware of others,

and not aware of yourself,

you are weak,

if you are not aware of others,

and only aware of yourself,

you are foolish,

if you are aware of others and yourself,

you are powerful

Voiceless voices

Amongst a scattered world

dont you know,

what you do to me?

you didn’t know?

well this is new to me.

where are we going?

who we gonna be?

i’ll take you far,

and be whatever you wanna be.

how did you take my heart?

my anatomy.

did you think it hurt?

well baby i didn’t feel a thing.

i tore it out,

so easily.