{Vacation}

I wish I may & I wish I might
catch a falling star tonight

maybe it can burn me up & we can fade away
before the break of day

I’ll let the vast open sea
take over me

oh, aging earth, convulse beneath my feet
& when you split apart, drown me in your concrete

rain clouds, pour down upon my head
shock me with a bolt of lightning, yeah, you heard what I said

this beating might just be the key
to setting me free

I wish I may & I wish I might
catch a shooting star tonight

maybe it can light me up & we can shine so bright
we can be somebody’s hope during twilight

I’ll let the big beautiful ocean
convey my positive notion

oh, heroic world, let me sit on top
& may your rotation never ever stop

my new found clarity might be the key
to finally setting me free

all I needed was a reason
& this is what you were so me
I promise you’ve committed no act of treason
but I still need to fly away

{Summer Love or False Hope}

Has her time finally come around
to be happy?
Have the stars aliened
in her good graces?
& when she made that cliché wish as the clock struck 11:11
was someone out there hearing her plea?
Is it time for her storybook ending,
or is this just one more painful beginning?

{Hoax}

I’m sorry if I confuse you but
I have so many thoughts running though my head
I can’t stop thinking about all those things you said
I’m just so tired, I should probably to bed
maybe I’m just better off dead

I’m happy to amuse you but
I’m not content with who I am
I feel as if I failed your exam
GOD, I hate being stuck in this jam
maybe this thing called life is just a scam

{Summertime}

minuets only seem to pass
-much to slow, yet all to fast
the clock on the wall stopped turning
& now it’s stuck in the past

I thought I was lost
-caught up in a rhyme
& now I realize I’m gone
just like lost time

{How To Be Hard On Yourself}

Put me in the spot light
& make an example of me
I’ll show you exactly who you shouldn’t be

Give me a mirror
& let me see who I’ve become
I’ll point out the flaws in living blithesome


Hand me a piece of paper & a pen
& let me take the words from your mouth
     I’ll make you fall in love with my cynical wit

{Murderer}

Since when am I the one
to take the knife & stab a friend in the back?
How come I become the person
who can turn around and run?
When did it go from “friends forever”
to “I remember”?
I wish I knew the moment when
I became a murderer