I'm having a crisis, and It's too late, For anyone to hear. They have all drifted, away To a better place, And I should do the same. But I don't want The last words I see to be "You always make things worse."

If you think grossly little of my dreams, I ask, you, spare me of discouraging things, that make the world exactly what it seems, and bind each thought by pinioning its wings. Would you bid flowers grow to such a height, to grace your table and be seen by those, who shun the day and live by night, and comment dully on your thwarted rose. In this, the greatest of living lies, the smallest thoughts may roam out, wild and free, away from sharp, discriminating eyes that seek to censure cooings of a child. Yes, hear the bells of law and logic rung, while soft - the songs of thoughts and dreams are sung.

I caught your eye, We were alone, but surrounded, Everyone was high, But we were still grounded, And we hit the ground and walked the block, All the while we talked a lot, We talked about the world And why you didn’t want to grow up. And you went back inside, And I left for home, Hood up, looking down, Dead virgin on the headphones, Suddenly I was bathed in light, But only for a second, As the car went through my side that night, You’d think I’d learn my lesson. I didn’t make a sound, I was patient, I was mellow, Until you found me, And you had found a new fellow, And the irony didn’t escape me, That if I’d gone inside and met him, That you still might’ve been mine, And I wouldn’t be lying on the pavement, And you shouted when you saw me there, Asked how a loving god could do this, Helped me as much as I knew you could, In spite of what you’d just witnessed, And my breathing grew shallow then, As blood spilled from the gashes, And your face was the last one I saw, As I slowly turned to ashes. I caught your eye, We were alone, but surrounded, Everyone was inside, We were setting on the ground and, And we grabbed our shoes and walked the block, All the while we talked a lot, We talked about the universe And why you didn’t want to grow up. And you went back inside, And I left for home, Who knew that being such great friends, Would keep me all alone. Suddenly a car passed by, A close call by no measure, And I walked home in the dark that night, With new memories to treasure. I climbed into my bed, my nest I was sleepy, I was tired And plunged a knife into my chest, And lit my nerves afire, And my breathing grew more shallow then, As blood spilled from the gashes, And your face was the last I saw, Before I turned to ashes I’m sorry I never told you, And for this mode of discourse, You should’ve known I’d think like this, For that I’ve no remorse For the record you never asked me, It wasn’t a fucking secret, That sometimes I wish for the first, But I won’t do anything about it.

I'm having a crisis, and It's too late, For anyone to hear. They have all drifted, away To a better place, And I should do the same. But I don't want The last words I see to be "You always make things worse." I don't want The last words I see to be "You always make things worse."

The sun is rising, but it's hard to tell. The sky is gray and bleak as hell. The nights don't matter, it's the days I can't take. Here I am, 6 AM, and no one's awake. I don't know where you go when I sleep alone. The sun is setting, but it's hard to tell. The sky is gray and bleak as hell. These people don't matter, it's the things I can't be. Here I am, 6PM, and no one's free.

Cut your ties, Leave your eyes, and search on, blind through the field of your mind. Go to places far better, leave but a letter, and search on, blind though there isn't anything to find.