windowwalking from dusk to dawn

There's something in the music that just can't connect. Wrong output wrong line wrong note. Send me to the floor! I'm alright but nothing's left. He's no never more, fail your (failure) destiny, In Incarnate form, drop your pencils now. This is how we boys with fevers never get to work it out. Uphill climbs only get steeper but it's worse to back out now. According to my mood there will be casualties. We'll fix it in post. I'm far too aware of all I have.

I was not built to last.

You can give, you can take, but never both. Poor kid sabotages their only chance at life before they can even spell the word. No fuckup allowed, my own definitions chew me up and spit me out, this fuckup's got a long-lasting flavor.

Gently take me to sleep. Windowwalking from dusk to dawn, one in the ring and one in my bed. "Changed" is all we know. I having respiratory malfunctions, lungs, what are they good for when I can't breathe when I'm around you? Sharing the same air as I choke on your CO2. Die Tonight and Live Forever to replace our Good Night and Good Luck anthem.

like paper planes

The light cascades over St. Nothing. Offset the flames in your eyes. You take control of the story, you take control of how the story now plays out. Street corner preachers who make a street or corner to preach on. Death before dereliction. We're just wolf kids let loose on society, with a bone for more than picking. A hundred die a hundred more. Don't stop until you get it wrong. Keeping up with times that no longer exist. We let the tears tell us where to go. Like paper planes, send my soul soaring. Like paper planes, torn up on the pavement. Why are we outsiders when standing in our home. Invite me in. I'm outside looking in, let me in. I can't cross the doorway yet. Not a fighterhater. Loverloser. This is a cry for help.

"this side up ⬆"

Is this how everyone feels all the time? I've got devastation deep in my bones, an anchor to this earth I roam. Mind so high while my calcium sits low in my jaw, grinding teeth. So loud-- I can hear the vibrations in my spine, more links like neurons from my body to the sky. It's a shame I've got no basement to retreat to when I'm feeling low, so sitting in the dark will have to do. Blur the words, the fears untold, hold me in the slow motion. I go too fast or just drag my feet, so drag me to my destiny. They only say to dial down the volume, but it's your eardrums to risk. I miss hearing the hits on beat, nod to the bass and restrain your feet. Tapping faster, so I might feel less alone with the thrumming in my bones. 

Sorry for being normal, I was having an off day. My wires drop around my shoulders when it'd be better if they were just crossed, a digital connection to God. Every thought like an MSM. In the soft light I hope to die or freeze time. Sound wash over me, erase every bad thought chemical imbalance: I'm unbalanced, never had the knack for it. Clumzy with a z, never on two feet unless it's two feet above the ground. Graceful only on the stage, only in body but never in mouth or brain. Use both hands, better stamp yourself with "this side up ⬆" so everyone knows you're fragile. Small bones that are crushed under impact of words and emotion that can't be described any way else. You're so close to giving it up, but the last shred of self-preservation is holding on. Say fuck it, put your limits to the test, and your eardrums at risk.