hollow hellos and poorly executed goodbyes

I've sunken far below the shoreline once or twice in my day

Tripped over many a raised up crack in the road

Just as I've stolen my fair share of the covers away

Left one too many with an exposed shoulder turned cold

And still some days it seems I'm back to square one

Mathematics has no life long passion for love

You either add or subject to the underlying sum

It seems no equals can exist once that first damage is done
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye
 

I spent all night awake rehearsing just what I would say

Auditioning in the shower to water run cold

Collect my composer with a coffee and a notebook to hold

Leave no hands free to pull you near and never let go

For in that moment I am putty and your smile is two hands

I knew I would fall apart and lose all my form

Whatever I had scripted fell into your quicksand

You played my limbs like a puppet, I was yours to perform
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye
 

In these moments love means more than saying we won't stray

But with distance these things become hard to uphold

This world is fields of mice and we are birds of prey

We take what we want with no apologies to bestow

I can't stop my abuse, without an outlet to feed

I thought it could be you, I thought it could be me

I've been taking so long and hiding behind empty words

It's only fitting to now lose what I don't truly deserve
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye

blizzard of frozen rain

I'll deal with the snow when it falls. I have a garage full of shovels and I know all of them on nick name basis. I call one spade because she can't be trusted. I call another old rusty cause she's been around so long I can barely remember her real name. There's another I call hunger and another I call pain… I don't quite remember how they got their names but they both seem fitting on cold winter days. Most others I just call Jane because it's such a common, unappealing name. I use them all, but only one uses me back. She's my favorite, although I would never tell her that. The way she pushes when I pull, drags when I go to slow. It all drives me to the edge, but I wouldn't have it any other way. So fuck this warmth and bring on the winter so I can bring back the numbness… just me, my shovels and the frozen rain.

void pantograph

I strive to be clean but can't seem to stay fresh

This dead soap just barely covers the tell tale stench
Of what I no longer want to be

I was once told these chemicals can only harm

Make you forget you stink, forget you're a number greater than one

As the alcohol sinks in and changes you within

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph

There is a scent to a new shirt that is welcoming
No dead skin smell to keep me pondering my demise
Like a light bulb blown the flash only lives when i close my eyes
Taunting me to move in the dark
Based on memories of what I remember the room looked like
As I frantically feel for a wall to support my absent sight

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph

A string of paper folded endlessly
The same dead shape cut once, lives on repeatedly
Shared hands that connect until nothings left
You can sever the head but the snake will slither till the bodies dead
Swimming in its own blood, till someone pulls the plug
And drains the filthy tub

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph