I Play With Guns

Poltergeist

There’s an outstretched hand,

Just out of touch,

Just out of reach.

I can almost feel the warmth,

Of small fingertips,

Trying to understand me.

Why do I fight the feeling?

Am I weak?

Am I brave?

I think I’m scared everyday.

Is it the truth I need?

Is it love I want?

Is there something here?

Or is it nothing at all?

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

even when the whole world is telling me no,

i still only want you.

so tell me,

what should i do?

some things are,

better left untold,

im too old for feelings,

and feelings have gotten too old,

i dream of dreams,

and im dying to know,

what they mean,

or what they hold,

for he was a silver boy,

and all she craved was gold.

Nightlife,

The moon is up,

And she’s talking to me.

Give me somewhere to belong tonight,

Give me somewhere to belong.

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

empty my mind

cloudy high

i was lying

when i said i was fine

i can no longer hide it

just me and my regrets now

feelin heavy in my chest now

you saw my worst, can i show you my best now?

let down those walls around your heart

take me back to the start

take me back to the start

if love is a game,

and ignorance is bliss,

who’s to say we’re winning?

flashlight in a mist,

blind from all who see you,

and when your heart is lit,

careful of the people,

with sweet, sweet sentiments.

it seems my hearts gone cold,

i guess ill save it for later,

you found me in mist, in stone,

throw me in the refrigerator.

maybe one day,

in adoration,

i’ll spark the things

that i was saving,

maybe then,

you’ll see my worth,

burn me up,

into fireworks.

Give me something worth dying for

i want what i can’t have