The building inside of me has become audible with its echos
So large and vast
A forest of concrete where my shoes meet the ground
Expanding upon the endles horizon of where other lonely castles may set up their kingdoms
No drawbridges lowered because theirs ash in the moat
All of them seem very far away
More time is spent remaining than recreating
Creating a montage of our best moments except I cut out the frames with me in them because I never had any solidarity with you
You could replace my silloute with anybody's else's shadow and nothing would change
I don't change
So manny people are viedo
Streaming proudly across the cinema while I remain the same grainy photo
Stuck with the same blank expression
Exspressing the same thing I always have
The master and slave complex is the idea that we need others to validate our own existence
The master needs the slave to know what their hands command
And the slave needs the master to know what they do with theirs
And I don't even care which one I would be I just want to be one
I just want to exist on some plain of reality regardless of how plain I might be
Oh companiship
Have you been in the depths of isolations
Did you find truth?
If you did, I'm ready to hear it
Oh isolation
Is love even worth it
Is their a perfect girl
Is her hair straight or does it have curls
I'd drop myself in the desert for forty days and forty night even if demons will only talk to me
When you go so long with the quiet you'll listen to anything
I listen to recordings I taped in secret
The dialogue of me and my friends singing at the top of our lungs to a song I soon forgot but I never forgot how the air left my lungs when we screamed haluiga to the gods that could never own us
We kissed our mothers and father goodbye and marched individually into our own wars
Combating the fears of grey hair and learning that we can't always be so carefree with what we dare
My friends
It's winter and Bombshells have been dropping in my rink dink bumper
And I've been watching the falling ruble from my eyes stained with suit and I'm stumbling over the graves of soldiers who couldent sleep
I only wish for you that you roll up your sleeves and get out your dresses for the summer
And that the butterfly's inspire you to fly higher than any substance could ever take you
Get in a hot air ballon and just float on
Become the most modest mouse and be cozy in the cargo because the most rememberable guest are the uninvited ones
Laugh at death and cry at the sight of the newborn
Their small hands don't believe in a complex
So don't complex yourself with cracks in the cement but thank god they don't actually break your mothers back
That they don't break the back bone of who whacked you when your spine wasint straight because they wanted to teach you to be the beams that stayed after the crash
I'll tell you my friends
All of the words you've never heard
Encyclopedias will be imbedded under your skin so you will always know the right things to say
Don't let the silence hold you
Don't be choke changed by your insacurtes in the opposite direction of god
Don't let your youth be the explanation for your mistakes
Don't let there be a difference between noise and the melodies we call music
Because if we took the time to listen there must have been a reason
Pretend that you are alive in the tone
And those luminous sounds are the voice of god
Don't be like me
A branch that is barely saved from the flames
Turning to ash all what we used to know
I hate to say I'm the match
Igniteing the fighting of the opposite oceans
Thrashing aginst each other
Both so set in their ways
I can't tell the difference between passion and stubbornness anymore
I try and forget about the cost of it all
The coast of red coat hangers and the guilt that we hang ourselfs with
Because at the end of the night I'm only halfway home
Leaving breadcrumbs of my broken relationships
I keep hoping someday someday will come and pick up the pieces
Waiting for somebody to finally tell me what my picture is when I'm finally all put together
To tell me how I make sense in this jigsaw of a relationship
I want to be beautiful and still understand that I'm a mess
Kinda like cursive
Written sloppy but by golly
Don't tell me
That you can't read me
Every word I've ever said has been an autobiography and the pages are just scattered in the ears of those who took the time to listen
So listen when I tell you how much I miss you
Listen to my quiet blaring blasphemy on how much we are connected
Listen to when I say I love you
I love you
I love you