I'm falling to my eyelids,
I feel a little weak,
& call me crazy but I know
I still can't fall asleep (without you)

You're better off believing everything you heard was genuine &&& unprepared.<---a song

I thought I had found a new way to feel you,
But unless you're pain, I was wrong.

Well, I guess I can agree,
That summer is better when there's someone on the other end,
But I never called for you,
You were busy through it all.

Chastised in a heavy way,
With a heavy heart of steal,
The spreads of the twin Sirens did heal,
And made us real.

Crippled thoughts led me here,
And so crippled I will stay
With onlly the words of the has-beens in my way.

There were just enough air holes to show that I was still cracked,

To see what I was choking back,

To think about how I should act today,

Like it mattered anyway.

Loose lips always found ways to my hips somehow,

But that’s a secondhand mood right now.

And I, much like the baby on the bough, have fallen to a record low.

But they don’t know.

So here I sit in my decline,

Surrounded by the swollen vines,

And like the words they intertwine to pull myself along,

Please God, be wrong.

So, slip me a solemn smile until Miami comes back in view,

And I know you,

And the feelings are new.

oh, sweet sobriety,

in over rated infamy,

it’s just easier to give in.

It was the perfect crime.

No clues, no evidence,

just the small pieces left of her that cling to my conscience

and her last words recorded to the broken record on my shelf.

If you ask me if it was worth it,

I’ll shrug it off my shoulders, like we all did, and say,

“Is it still a sin if no one gives a damn?”