Every time you lock my heart in your tomb, I always hope you will return to soon. If theres a hole where your heart should

Torn thoughts deep within my head, so many people they don’t understand.  soon you will. What makes me tick?  Why do I press on? I

This is the night,  when I can’t sleep alone. this is the night,  I need you. I need you to,  go along with this, to

When the summer regression, makes a weekend obsession,  that we are all waiting for.  You see, I’m waiting for the sunset.  Never die, we know

Thinking about,  all my complications and well,  it feels like I was born this morning. Looking for a desperate consequence. Oh now,  what can I do

This, thing,  has been apart of me for so long.  It tore me up, and left my remains,  and that is me now.  But there

I set off on the creek, for days that were old. I lied to a preacher, I wasnt forsworn. I tore out the papers, of

I am a saviour to a new world,all I want is a god, in my face. I will complete my people, with a new hope,

I need to, make a difference. From the waves in the grass,  to the sway in the trees. I try, to remain unnoticed. To remain

Why can’t I make up my mind? On questions that can take my life, I fall from these stairs and look at the sky, Do

There I lay,  from all the days that passed. Above a stairwell,  was my last task.  Here I am bleeding,  with my last thought to

Driving away, im the Casanova, of letting go. Driving away, look in the rearview, need to get away. I had to drive away, please feel

Here we are, head is in the rain, here we are, here we are. You fill your heart,  with words that can fill the ocean,

I Well I see its December, but I dont want it. storm clouds will raise and make a bitter winter. Now this petty starlight, is

Echoing elegance underneath her snake skin. Slow down, slow down, I feel defeated, with all I do, so now wave goodbye. Sitting on that park

Tell me you feel better  and controlling the weather, because its sunny for a whole day for once. And that your mood,  could be no

If love is a gun, then I have been shot. If bullets are hate, then I have a lot. I fall from these stairs, and