- being and nothingness
that's when you realized that you were on your own,
with nothing but a bottle and and an overcoat.
you'd give anything to feel at home.
stayed at the overpass. you prayed just to rest your knees.
no time for dreams. you cant sleep but that's quite alright.
we all thought that you were dead.
- i watched a show about space
I want to hold onto the last night i saw you.
I’ll turn over ever so slowly and of course the clouds are out. My spirit broke. I’ve got this feeling that’s been telling me you’re halfway home.
The roads are seamless, like my ceiling while i’m clinging to the empty words you spoke that had no meaning.
I stopped caring, when i couldn’t let go.
- sunlit hallways
talking about growing up, as time has passed, there is still the past i am running from.
you'll never know where i'm coming from, all friends go missing.
i'll never know, because our paths never crossed again, because they rarely stick through 'til the end.
we'll never speak again is what repeats in my head.
by the way you were looking down, and then you walked away all alone.
- the plot
trees with no leaves, lowlit and broken.
i woke up alone, i swore i had no legs, and it haunts me still.
shoulders bent away. you’re miserable, but i was there first.
everything has been figured out , except how to live.
emptiness is just the result of complacence.