scary?

you know, i think the scariest thing about this
is i'll never stop loving you long as i live

the hole in my heart that keeps swelling and swelling
it's not fading away at the rate this is going

it might dull to a throbbing, a love like a brother's
might calm to a thumping, a love like a mother's

but beating, you know, it will never stop beating

don't say

when i ask you a question, don't say you don't know.
don't say you don't know what you know anymore.

don't tell me this God thing is not your forté.
while you sit and you question, you're falling away.

you KNOW all the answers. you KNOW what is true.
please, harness your thoughts, love.



he's jealous for you.

didactic&

if you don't take the words
and force them out
squeeze them and
crush them and
make them
you'll never be a writer.

if you don't love the words
and tease them out
know them and
want them and
feel them
you'll never be a writer.

if you need the words
to write you out
to see you
and mold you
and be you
guess what?

you're a writer.

sen.ior.i.can'tdothisanymore

why do they lock us in here, anyway?
these long, white hallways
with smooth, white floors
and high, white walls
they lock us in here.

i'm stuck searching and searching
confined in this hell
for something i lost...
what was it?
motivation?
ambition?
intention?
i can't remember...


i didn't study for this.

simple

with my heart in my hand
[ like a loaded gun ]
i won't give it away
[ 'till you fight for it ]
with my soul on my sleeve
[ like a hand grenade ]
i won't give it up
[ 'till you win it ]

about the roses

dear Grammy,
I bought a yellow dress
a beautiful yellow dress for my junior prom
I wanted to tell you about the roses
the yellow roses
like the ones we laid on your grave

dear Grammy,
my corsage was yellow roses
they matched my dress that I wished you could see
I wanted to tell you about the roses
the yellow roses
like the ones we laid on your grave

dear Grammy,
I can't stop thinking about those roses
each time that I see them they remind me of you
I wanted to tell you about the roses
the yellow roses
like the ones we laid on your grave


[I miss you]

faithful

a bruised reed You will not break
and a smoldering wick You will not snuff out
but a fractured bone You will re-splinter
to set it straight to mend again
a broken heart You'll tear to pieces
to save the soul of Your precious child