I’ve been waging this war
it seems years and years
I’ve spent only twenty-one here
but it feels like a lifetime has
come and gone
they don’t quite know what to say
to inspire me
they’ve told me what
a beautiful life this
sometimes I fail to see.
When you build those walls up higher than you can see
You’ll find it’s easier to hate and hard to think
That it feels good to demonize your hurt and victimize yourself
You are built on your hate for someone else
Just for a day, just let the light in
Don’t have to ask it to stay
Don’t have to let it win
But I just can’t give in
‘cause I’m tied to the melancholy
The dark isn't stupid.
It's not often tricked and cannot be permanently kept under reigns
But words can touch it and change it for minutes on end or soften its glare
like a song
there’s this ache that permeates my days.
in rainy weather, sunny skies
pizza parties, long work nights
there’s an ache that won’t be satisfied by
anything but the draw of the past.
Coming back to who I am
is a task I find quite difficult
I’m not quite sure who I’ve become
while waiting for the enemy
of Time’s fool.
Miss your hands on my piano
Miss your mouth on my coffee cups
Miss your head on my pillow
Miss your spills on my counter tops
a dying rose in an empty vase
an empty ship in a cruel sea
sleek white paint on a sheet of paper
a hollow knock on a hollow door.
Never mind the pale white skin
you will find
wrinkled and lifeless
open glazed eyes
staring up at the sun