(2011)
I find it hard not To just Run right over to You Not caring what
How can something so right Be so wrong In so many ways? At the same time? Concurrent sentence
If you even knew About me... Everything... As you said you wanted to... You might make assumptions
Honey mustard Paint me yellow Paint by numbers Two and three Never the right
Despite the lies I tell myself I know the truth Will always haunt me Like unsolved murders I lay awake thinking
If I had to wait Millions of years Unreasonable Serious Travesty
Don’t ever tell me That I make you feel guilty You know I’d never try To make you feel guilty Am I supposed to feel guilty
Wondering why history repeats, rep… Into a muddled mass That just comes back Haunting us all Calculating
Dashed like salt Shaken from the shaker Sprinkled as a spice What did they say? Sugar and spice?
I still want everything To be perfect When nothing Can be perfect I keep wanting things
Be honest with me And I’ll be honest with you Like I had intended to I always want to Be true
The rope is thin Burning your hands As you try to climb To the top You think
Sometimes I really wonder What the point is Of socialization I don’t feel comfortable Socializing
You swing on the trapeze With finesse With ease Not even the breeze Sways you
I am guilty Of wanting too much Out of life Of wanting it all Of wanting what I can’t have