a stupid need to pet all that hurts

So you'd sing a lullaby to get me to sleep
So it's no surprise my eyes are never heavy
For I've not seen you in the flesh for so long
That I'm not sure we would know each other at all

Oh the weight it must be light wherever you are
And I know you don't think twice wherever you are
Oh the weight it must be light wherever you are
And I know you don't think twice wherever you are

So I will hum alone, too far from you
All that I say now is nothing to you
We will lie under different stars
I am where I am and you're where you are, you're where you are

Oh the weight it must be light wherever you are
And I know you don' t think twice wherever you are
And I'd ask if you're all right wherever you are
And do you think of me, you might, wherever you are

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the surface is boring
and we spend our time digging holes
or something to get high on
lonesome blankets and tearfull pillows
pretty dresses for ugly mirrors

what if all this is just a lie ?
just ruins of myself, lost
i'm getting more tired day after day
passing by
all for your interest maybe
all for your attention
i blind myself with excuses i create
how i am supposed to be saved ?
smoking too much
maybe i'm just hiding i don't seem to realize it
paperlines, words, metaphors, semaphors
i'm only talking to myself
for whatever that is worth something
maybe i need someone
who is as damaged as me

and to trick myself again
that everything is in my head
we forget to talk to be real to be truthfull
hurtfull
bored
ignored

fuck...

Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

...

it's all just useless
:(

we're smilling
defining the monsters
we're hidding
fucked up
messed up
eternal all
but not this one

warmth

my mouth is dry
deep breaths should have some answers
and i just stare waitting
maybe i don't have anything to say anymore
am i crawling outside?
or am i too far away from my home?
too young too old
just stay with me
a change
am i who i am supposed to be?
blind pilots exhausted
disconnected and dreaming of wires
astral projection and empty sonic empires
of a saviour i can't reach out
i already got tired of this
to miss
the burning

the surface is boring
and we spend our time digging holes
or something to get high on
lonesome blankets and tearfull pillows
pretty dresses for ugly mirrors

cursed
burrowed
parts
apart
ownless
your temple
your roses
your thorns
would it help
to cut yourself
to all the little pieces
to all the thigs you think you're not
to strip down your soul
to clue back together what's left of you
are you crying all alone?
are you out of control, or just the opposite of it all ?

to embrace
a dicease might not be a sickness
a sickness might not need a cure
not perfect
to supposed to
i don't know

it's an endless dawn
you watched the ocean
all in pieces but nothing yours
brused empty lips
washing away what you wished you had
kept safe in your heart

your private majectic holocust
confessions to a stranger
what you feel and what you say
is nothing but your own
i bleed through out the days
just to see if i have a soul

and sometimes everything feels borrowed
standing naked doesn't help at all
bored of being cold
all those shores
cracks and hearts
alone

looking for a job.
just messing around.
summer.