While all eyes are on you

I can take back all the things I never thought I'd have to take back,
And we can daydream about the same things,
Because there's never been a more appropriate time than now to look into the mirror and expect better things,
Not for myself,
But for you.

I never said that I wouldn't have to take what I said back,
But I did mean what I said to you.
So what does that make me?
But a fool?
A roaming facade who feels like a creep,
Saying its wrong to want more than a trick,
I'm onto you,
Yet she is happy.

Making a mess while she is smiling,
Hardly does a day go by without you trying to break down,
I guess we resort to vicious hypnosis,
Wanting nothing more than one beautifully sung song with you.

And that's on you.

Inter spaced with memories so clear

Why do we try to dissipate and disappear,
We're all so far away and yet so near,
Protecting all the things that you hold dear.

Who will watch my actions now,
Who will catch me when I slip up,
Who's going to scream out when I lose face and don't look out?

Rather than finding out,
I'll march to my own tune,
Dance to no tune,
Sing out of tune,
And maybe I'll survive.

Alternative options,
Trying to keep everything clear,
but trying to get closer to you and your troubles;
under the streetlight,
As nothing more than a silhouette.

The sounds of feet on concrete

Like the sound of drums beating in our hearts, misunderstood like flickering lights, to be morse code for those of us lost in the dark.

People aren't out to harm you, honey.
They just look out for themselves,
But they'll come back for you if you cry out for help.

Litter lines these streets like worn out hearts and
Broken limousines,
Of parties once had and
Memories once seen.
Instead pictures help us reminisce,
Remember,
Repicture,
Because we're helpless to time,
Which makes us forget.

When you see yourself in a crowded room

Do you panic?

Waiting and fading and floating,
Trying to count the ways that you haven't decided,
Wondering why you haven't made up your mind,
Not really sure.

Yes and no,
The sweeter dreams are out of reach,
And I'm a child once again,
Making a splash in a dream filled fantasy,
Where serpentine swim and make you feel like you're drowning.

If this beat was any stronger,
I could close my eyes and be pushed away from it,
Hopefully toward you,
And call it what you want,
These are my ideas,
Locked up in thought,
Hiding my bruises from you, my enemies.

I'm not leading you astray

But nor am I following the righteous path,
Its just a step around.

Driving over bridges,
Its funny to think,
There's nothing but air under our feet.
Cause tires can go flat,
But who's going back?
I'll pump it with my own two hands and feet.

When we reach a red light,
And I tell you to turn right,
I'm not completely sure I'm not wrong.
But if you're looking for a fight,
Don't say it's alright,
Stop the car and let's talk it out.

And if worst comes to worst,
If things aren't getting better,
Then you go first and let me catch up.
With solid grouns under me and air under you,
Who's more likely to get their head stuck in the clouds?

This ain't it

There's more to this
Than just this shit,

What started off as something normal
Has now quickly become out of hand

This aint it,

Not what is supposed to make me cry
Not what's supposed to break my heart in the dead of night.

I try not to hurt you,
But every time I feel pushed further into sadder and sadder songs.

Writing has no cure to failure,
But small successes make us feel like the victors of insurmountable battles,
So here we go.

Let us live for the dark nights and cloudy storms,
Because that's what the armor is for,
We're knights of virtue,
And we just want to sing a sad, sad, song.

Locating a Venue to continue our transactions

Because we have to stay private.
In the eyes of the deceiver,
This may be misconstrued or conveyed poorly,
And what better way to taunt temptation than to toe the line and play games in it's face?
If you've ever had a favourite toy,
And if that object of which to you, represented happiness, was taken away,
Would you ever get over it?

The simple answer is yes.
But there's always another side to the story,
Despite what you want me to think,
Despite what I want you to think,
This lesson would be forever enduring,
And would shape my being indefinitely.

So perhaps we should continue these transactions
At a different venue,
On a different date,
But not so long gone that it never happens.
Because I can't wait to see you again.
And I've got an addictive personality.

Dropping out of Engagements

When there's no need to perform,
Although damage may be minimal,
Is there any reason I should be visiting the jeweler?

Where's the scale that shows
The visible spectrum to which I may be a rarity,
Cause people are telling me things I don't know whether to believe or not.

And they go home tonight,
To share a drink and hopefully not fight,
But instead we're laying outside and watching the stars spin above our heads.

This trip on the highway
Is scarier than I'd thought,
And I'm sorry.

Always under her skin,
They go out tonight,
Driving to nowhere.

Bumps, bruises, and broken hearts

We bleed on the inside,

We laugh on the outside,

We gasp for air on the inside,

We smile like nothing's wrong.

We cringe on the inside, 

We grin on the outside,

We sweat profusely on the inside,

We flirt like we know what we're doing.

Classic Poetry

To take you back,
If you'd have me back,
To a time when simpler things were written,
Not said.

For the things I lack,
Missing from personality,
You could fill my person with happiness,
And not from fantasy, but reality.

Because this is classical poetry,
Not form fitting and even less so structured,
But misunderstood and to be interpreted individually,
To bring out a deeper, hidden meaning.

And if promises made were always kept,
Then you should be expecting great writing,
But what I am writing is simple,
And sometimes we forget that simple things can be complicated.