Something I wrote last night, just to get by

Standing behind a crowd, you notice all the colors
Soaked into each individual.
With their hunched backs and pissed off attitude, you're reminded they're no different from your parents.

Walking down a hall of strangers you notice all the pain trapped into each individual.
With their pushes and shoves and their constant complaints, you're reminded that they're no different from your broken scene friends.

Laying below the 97' chevy truck, you begin to study the particular parts and the moon shaped rust.
And now all you can think of is that colorful crowd, and those punk a-- kids, you wonder why you're laying below the 97' chevy truck studying the particular parts and the mood shaped rust.

with the things you do,
and the things i wish,
i've always thought i've had my head in place.
with sweet turns,
and nice curves,
i've always managed.

you're important to me

you're sleeping right now and i want to tell you how important you are to me.
but i'll remain in this spot,
watching you turn,
and slur your words,
and when you wake from your long night dreams,
i'll remind you how important you are to me.

scared

Seeing a man cross your shadow during the late hours on a holiday weekend, is something to be scared about. But seeing a man cross your shadow during the late hours on a holiday weekend, telling you how they truly feel, is natural. Why are you so damn scared?

I want you back home

I want you back home to keep me company
while the cold nights could seem so much warmer.

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If I were young again, I'd stay in the sun a little longer.
To let the shine and warmth close me in.

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I will remember this night.
And how my spine remained strong.
These words attacked my twisted nerves,
but however I stay calm.