I've been practicing the speech
dressing my words up
to try and make it seem
more beautiful
...
there's a hundred thousand people I haven't met today
scribbled on old scraps of paper that I meant to throw away
they're getting farther from the truth that I wish for them to be
but none of them are me
...
good morning forgives
every night we spend dreaming
when our body lays lifeless
our mind grasps for a meaning
...
for a moment
I am conscious
looking kind of restless
and diseased
...
everyone is what they are
whether it is what
they want to be
or not
...
through the jaws of a wolf
the day you were born
I buried my bible
and peeled roses off thorns
...
heaven must be tangled
just above the sky
we can reach with empty hands
where heartstrings come untied
...
since the dawn of man's
first waking hour
obsession grew for
unrivaled power
...
sorting through memories
charming smiles
witty comebacks
they don't mean a thing
...