a room of brothers or a house full of family, :house full of you
Care to jump down my throat any time but when you want to get out point your toe and push. Push me anyway on axis. Waking up empty to four walls and looking where i put my warrant to breath. Ive grinded my teeth again says the auburn stain on my clinical blue pillowcase. Have i done it again, i cant remember but i must have ripped her tiny paper airplane to shreds. I rumble my stomach on purpose cause i just want all of this out of me but i want bitter capsulses. I want to be a myth and mystery to myself i never want to understand my coldsweats and rapid heart beats. I keep telling myself i dont have to make up my mind cause its set but i need to. I need to make things right even when there is no choice. I dont like what this is turning into ive ran to the dock over a bridge and all that is there are signs of over board. Im stuck in my chair as if i was white picket fenced in titled a little and everything is separated on my body. Heres when the rain takes over and cursor will blink at me and here is where everything is going to fall. I am dropping it all in the glorious sky so that the hungry see is fulfilled. I dont need to look down cause i know how far i am above the gracing presence of layers of rock. I wish i was softer and had this right. I can never see this without you and im starting to peak but my plane is washing away and everything is just being sucked out and the ocean is as greedy as the economy grabbing at everything i was offering. Before i know it im barreled ashore and im still lying in bed and i really need to get to the bathroom allready i dont need any more stains. I start to run with my eyes closed straight in my walls while is scream on the top of my lungs. I make it to the bathroom and i am the plane my stomach is the storm and the porcelin bowl of water is the greedy ocean. I shake it off like its nothing but i know this is killing me, i know im not going to take much more till nothing. I lay on the cold floor and gain perspective but i just get deeper in the mud and ive allready lost my boots, its getting hard and dark. i go and i cant touch my breakfast let alone make it with out all the salt that was on my coming off. I hate the ocean but i wanna live right next to it so i can see when it is going to crawl up on me. I just want to make things right. I am sorry mom and dad, im so sorry. Im sorry to my family, sorry for their name, and i dont care now but i swear that i do. Im a killer of a son,brohter, friend, and lovers but all alike i was a part. The air is thick to touch and annoying to breath, i want to say i have nothing but i have everything and im dying in everyway to have both. i have a couple of dreams and i want them to come true. and i just wanted to let you know i love you.