Maker

make me girl
make me want to be here
make me see the world
make me be who I want to be
make me see who you are to me
make me try the luck of the barrel
make me girl, make me fade away into the night
make me a traitor
make me a liar
make me a better man
make me happy

A Desolate Martyr

the males perspective on doing something right
greed takes care of the poison left in this bite
if you bite into me, it will change the lives after us

keep your fingers crossed so I can tie them down
you have lost your mind, you will lose your mind
nothing in this territory is off limits except for you

the males perspective is doing something unprecedented
who writes the rules you say I must follow?
is there anyone out there watching over me?

keep waiting for this to come to a conclusion
meanwhile I have lost my last bit of common sense
when I go out all you will have to pay for my choices

the males perspective on a desolate martyr waiting on a clocks hand
if the point is there but nobody cares it won't make you important
it will just keep destroying us all like Adam and Eve

Just Eat Something So I Can Arrive

the new topic everyone is unaware of makes this life a different choice
if this alcohol doesn't consume me in in adverted distractions keeping the wheel in front of me
I will do more than chase my own tail through this town
if you haven't let it grow on you yet, this isn't something unrelated to my first life

as the last chapter ended the pen touches the paper right where it left off before,
this story is far from over, and the basics have only been founded
as far as I can ever get with you, like a car low on gas
I hope I wind up somewhere new and familiar

they expected wings to grow out, well nothing is ever going to work out just so
as you walked away I could barely let my grip lose enough to let you go
the most amazing color is just fading through the window
as you thought once before hand, I'd rather you just be here now.

The Door

barge on in and explain to me all about the mistakes I'm making without you in my life
remind me just why I adore your attempt to keep it casual
as usual I spend countless hours with you in my dreams
but thats not something I'd ever tell you

if you're gone for good, then I hope that where you go is so much better
I hope that the door you hold the key to still works, but if not don't worry,
I leave often enough to tell you wanted in
as long as the door is wide open, you can walk in and take over

save the girl, save her from herself, don't let her be hurt
don't remember the pain it caused to see her
save the girl, save her from someone else, don't let her be hurt
don't remember that she hurt you all those nights,

the door you hold the key to doesn't open with occupants in mind,
you can open it if you only mean to
you can't leave it more messed up than you arrived in
but babe, I hope I come busting down your doors to find you waiting for me

The Distraction of Silence Shortly Followed by The Length of The Chalkboard

this is untypical and mostly unusual but for what it's worth,
I hope you find yourself sooner than later
I know you're holding on to something that is thin and might be scary
the fall isn't far down but it leads to an unconventional abnormality

this fall isn't too far from over, but this dream will carry on through the summer
laughing about space and how nonexistent anything turns out to be
we are equidistant from figuratively figuring out this mess of simplicity
falling through the space that consumes the lack of space
the distraction that is the awkward silence carries heavy messages about heaven

thus far, you've shown that you're skin can be tampered with to look like a short wave of consumation
thus far, I've been lost in the situations lost by bragging rights that turn into arguments proving that there is no
happiness available in this situation regarding her restlessness

I'm not sick of you, I'm just sick that you can't become a stone in my hand
if I ever rubbed you wrong, I was just trying to make sure you didn't leave my bed side
not the way sticks and stones were supposed to be, but life changes gravity when everything dissolves
when you make me happy, I forget about the situation we walked into without our cane

Half Uniformed Reliving Torment

you picked me up from my bottomless pit
swept the dirt off my back and sent me on my way
under the impression you had wanted an impression
I gave you a reason for love

here, underneath retrieving turnovers
you made out with some other memory

there was no point in the needle you put in my arm
if you are to be my drug, you should be my only high
this sand castle didn't build itself
all it takes is a little push to fall apart

how underestimated reliving this, have I become
the last moment I recall you being happy was in my arms

at no point did I ever say I wanted this to be a bigger scene
the cargo fell off this sinking ship and waded out into the ocean scene
through the waves pulling forward and falling under
currently the current is pulling me down

hurt from all the time you forgot
I guess it was never that important

Genuine Used Sale, Stays In Empty Dialogue Until Pardoned

a little bit extra for me means you still have something to show up with
a little bit of a smile, lightly swiping across your face
rosy cheeks, bright and lit up
rosy eyes, clearly worth looking forward to

hands small but just right
gussied up for me tonight

a little bit of perfume for me means you still have something to show up with
a little bit of fresh air, lightly brushing past your shimmering hair
rosy flesh, clearly worth looking at
rosy eyes, clearly brighter than ever

hand in hand, they fit like a puzzle
gussied up for me tonight

lovingly I find the ability to release your hand and twirl you around

and remind you why I am still here

"il ya un peu plus d'amour pour vous ici"