Glower

She said that this is what comes of wrapping your heart in a halo
and swallowing candle wax for dinner
For using angel robes to towel off
and their harp strings for floss
I swear back, I could not help it
nothing can be forgiven, she informs me solemnly
I didn't think there was anything needed forgiving

But it's too late into the night to be wrapping your heart with a halo
too much fun waiting kept back by that gold band
Both the one on your heart and the one on your hand
"I'm sorry, I
Apologize
Evangelize
Accidentally surprise"
Quiet, boy, you've chained yourself up with halos and gold
Don't say you'll play the game (y
ou'll just do what you're told)

This is a great adventure
i can tell by the condensation on the window
And the halo gripping tighter tells me I'm better than this
i know i am, but i don't see how i can't can

We've been walking and talking and discussing how we've both been processed by this city machine
And I need to get away get back to where i can flex my lungs and suck in the air without feeling like it's suicide
and She knows I'm better than this

Safe Heart

I work at a bank. I wake up every morning, brush my teeth, get dressed, catch a bus, go to work. Every morning, every day. It seems I do nothing but work.

But I have a secret. I know a secret. It has to do with the bank.

Deep in the basement, where the safes are, there is one certain one that I'm sure hasn't been opened in a very long time.

And I know what's inside.

It's a tiny heart.

A teeny tiny heart.

I hear it beating sometimes when I walk past the safe it's in. Sometimes it will be beating quietly, and I'll crane my head and jam my ear up against the safe. Then I hear it beating...whoosh...bloosh...whoosh...bloosh...

Maybe that isn't the sound it makes, but I'm not sure how to explain what it sounds like with onomatopoetic words. If you want a more solid explanation, it sounds like your lover's heart when you're lying on the couch with your head on his chest. That's what it sounds like when it's quiet. When it's loud, it sounds like your own heart does when you suddenly realize you're in trouble, and have to run.

This is a very secure bank; nothing has ever been stolen from it ever. I don't know who is keeping their heart here, but it won't get stolen either. I kind of feel sorry for whoever it belongs to, though. I think they forgot about it; who would lock their heart up in a safe, in the bank where I work, every morning, every afternoon, and some evenings too?

WUIEEC {Writing Under The Influence Of E. E. Cummings}

but the thing is she said its never too late to say goodbye
because you can always go back and you never have to acc-
ept what's going on; just deny deny deny because it's never too late to say good bye
and you can't stop being friends and hanging out just because someone died,, and who
is the cynic is this situation? idon'twanttobe one, i'm a [happy] person
not cynical at all, just frustrated
yes, frustrated is the word
frustrated with everything that's all around me fluttering and breathing and smothering
like the moths in my closet or the mice in my head that remind me everything isn't alright
and i'm sick of catchphrases catching people and bypasses letting people bypass the ugly truth,
that the truth is beautiful. and you just don't know what beauty is
liar liars liar lied to me, they lied to me :(

I never said I was unhappy (youjustheardmemoaninginmysleeplikeabulletsinmybellyandillnevergetitout)

so come on lets break free she
said to me no i said to her She wouldnt listen
she was having too much fun (i said
lets not have fun im too tired for fun and anyways i dont think its that much fun but She) said no wait
stop
listen
can't you hear what the people are saying [all the sounds their making]
that's the beat of life
the love and death the daily strife

and i said i don't like it much lets go live by the sea
but She said she liked the city better because there you never have to sleep

and i said i like sleeping in so i dont have to deal with sin
She said she said she said it was alright (that lovers have different tastes sometimes)
She kisses my tears when i happen to cry but she doesnt know how it makes me want to die} or just not care {about the things i happen t|o

i try to Block It Out but i cant leave Her behind
and im wondering how i can survive On The Other Side

Cyclical

Sometimes she feels like the cycle will never end
And it's all a misguided attempt that never should have begun
Sometimes she feels like cutting her throat
In her search for a better life

And this is just your favorite song on repeat
It'll fade until you're deaf to the sound
The chords get too familiar and the verses all blend
You can't even tell it's there, when it once was your best friend

I need you so much closer
So much closer
I need you so much, closer
So much, closer
I need you so, much closer
So, much closer
I need you, so much closer
I need my space
So much space
I need, you so much, closer
(Closer)