float off

you think you're holding my life together
but i can easily stand on my own
let me go and i'll float off like a feather
i really need to do this alone

avoid your catastrophic catastrophe

the heavy glare the moon gives off has me down on my knees
gets my chin up in the air and my eyes slightly gray with surprising ease
i am so tired but i can't give up yet, it doesn't let me give in just yet
as it whispers in my ear that holding on would be my greatest bet
keeping myself together in one piece is harder than it may seem
wanting to break into tiny little pieces but i have too much esteem
so i can tighten my grip on whatever i happen to get my hands on
then maybe i'll make it another day, maybe i'll make it another dawn
i can defeat the night, swallow my greatest fears and shut my eyes
and when i decide to open them, hopefully i'll be staring at spacious skies

backwardssdrawkcab

i'm up but my mind is still in bed
i call for it but it dozes off instead

deb ni llits si dnim ym tub pu m'i!
daetsni ffo sezod ti tub ti rof llac i!?

without my mind, it isn't forward, forward
it's backwards, backwards, backwards

out of my mind, cutting off every one of my two senses
too much alcohol in your system and too many unwanted expenses

backwards, i'm thinking backwards, backwards

and i wrote this with my mind still in bed
so shut the fuck up, i'm sorry for these shitty words
but i'm so backwards, i'm thinking backwards

speaking with good intentions

please understand that living is enough motivation
the path you're currently on has no destination
there's always a tomorrow, there's more to pursue
and the sun will come up with or without you

commotion, commotion

it messes me up when i try to focus most
eating at my patience with an unmeasured dose
tipping my hourglass with swift motion
creating problems, commotion, commotion

it messes me up with an unmeasured dose
eating at my patience when i focus most
creating problems with swift motion
tipping my hourglass, commotion, commotion

watch it lunge at me with speeds i can't calculate
cut your head off and serve it on an expensive plate
creating problems, commotion, commotion
tipping my hourglass, commotion, commotion

i can't focus, it's always at the back of my head
like a fatal disease, and it's only begun to spread
it messes me up with swift and unmeasured motion
eating at my patience, creating commotion, commotion

lazy eye

darling i'm so calm; i'm so serene
i could care less what you think right now
you in my sights, nothing in between
reaching for you as far as my mind would allow

in complete nirvana, floating in the stream
lazy eye, eye; i'm sneaking into your dream
this slight breeze has me yearning for a bed
to stop all bodily functions and rest my head

i need to rest my head
just for a minute or two
or maybe a couple days instead
you can join too
we can enjoy the world as it walks by
enjoy ourselves as we let the world pass
view the sky in my bed with my lazy eye
as the clouds float on with sympathy in masses
i'll see it all, with my lazy eye

fine, fine, fine

your path cracks from underneath and you must survive
hold back your breath and last through the night
you've arrived alive and you strive to thrive
your path is so dark but the end of the road is bright
so bright

and you might find yourself in unimaginable situations
brought down by unrealistic forces you've created on your own
please fix these complications and mend broken relations
chill them to the bones and show them what you've never shown

the end of your path will be so bright
and i hope that will ignite
your will to fight
heights so great
the storm will be abated
avoided, abated
abated, avoided

inhale

too much time on my hands and nothing to do
staring right across the river directly at you
the water is crisp and clean as it calls my name
the closer i got, the more flooded my head became
you calmly sat on the bank on the other side
staring with your mouth gaping and eyes open wide
i slowly entered the water and it swallowed me whole
the night sky melted and the silence engulfed my soul
hypnotized and stunned, i floated in total darkness
enticed by indescribable feeling, i let my mind digress

the little line

the little line began as a dot on the vast and empty canvas
it made its thoughts known with simple designs clearly expressed

the little line lived in a seven story house next to the pacific ocean
extracting every little detail with a swift and sharp motion

the little line created and made every possible thought visible reality
expanding beyond your imagination as an abnormality became a normality

the little line was a small speck on a white and plain canvas
became a long and unpredictable line as it made tremendous progress
your hand has fifteen fingers and the universe is a germ on a tiny stone
picked up by the little hand of the little line and thrown into a cyclone

the little line defined what you would've never imagined or predicted or inferred
jumbling up all the little things laying all around and simultaneously concurred