sticking it out-

at the end of the day it’s not your day.

Chasing a speeding bullet,

it’ll only catch light before the bullseye.

He’ll see it to late, regret the steps

and the admiration,

before the day becomes second to his stained carpet.

Chances, dime a dozen

and you’re a ten

Picturing my visions as you look inside my cornea,

 

it’s my sight of it all

something oh so grand

to be so strong, you’re an angel

 

you’re my euphoria,

when your lips

locked onto mine

 

I was yours.

and when you’re mine

I won’t let you go.

 

I got a bone to pick like roses

I ain’t feelin’ broken no more-

 

I haven’t stopped, you’re playing twenty-five eight

self-torture, self-care is on the list- though.

 

and I’d put some money on forever

still swimming like an ocean

 

no second hand- beating yourself up

this is something serious.

 

and I know it’s up to me

ball in my court, keeping score

 

crossing lanes new and new

and you’ll play from time to time.

 

and the walls keep gettin’ wider, I just hope I never find ’em

no, no and these are my wings

 

a second to adjust and take off

and I’ll shoot.

Said, you just don’t know how beautiful you are

and baby that’s my favorite part

 

walkin’ in a petal dance

of tulips carefree and effortlessly

and I’ll watch every step

you’re an angle to my eyes

 

you walk around so clueless to it all

like nobody gonna break your heart

 

and I won’t baby girl

it’s all mine and my precious sweetheart

and I’ll take my time

my love won’t go

 

and it’ll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered

I’m gon’ be your lover, you might be the one

 

and I’d give anything to keep

how priceless that is

step by step and dancing slow

and worth every penny

 

if it’s only tonight, ayy, we don’t need to worry

we ain’t in a hurry, rushin’ into love.

Baby you could wear my hat

if you got something to match-

 

the door was never open, or was it just a crack

and a seep of wind and breeze catches scent

and it’s amazing

 

hold the door open I’m gonna live here

the dreamy life of a loved one

and the life I want.

people worship these idols,

’til they come in contact with Gods-

 

singin’ along, never spent a day out

places always been sold out

never took the day off

only here to make my mom proud

and now, it’s a takeoff

sail around the world no Statefarm

 

and I’ll be here,

not backing down-

sail the world no feature

director smoking weed

no deleted scenes

please come home

live under the family tree

I’ll be there when all is said and done

buried like the rest

it’s not my time.

Abandoned at the start

please, check me out

can’t see the ground

don’t fall out now boy, Peter Wentz.

 

We all started somewhere-

basement dweller cigarette seller

figure propeller this shit is so stellar- look,

mention the mansion on fourth, window shopping

you’ll never stop me I’ll buy with second guessin’

movin’ in on the fourth and the fireworks will follow- glow.

 

It’s different, believin’ in somethin’

freezin’

and it wasn’t me.

 

no matter where life takes me

you’ll find me with a smile

you touched a part of me

own man but you left your style

with me,

watched you take off

I knew it would all payoff-

 

still left in awe

still hasn’t hit me yet

still wake up and here you like you haven’t left me yet

let’s make a bet

you’re still smiling through all this shit

you were alone and I understand that shit

I know the feeling,

being surrounded and being alone

won’t pick up the phone

home was never a throne.

 

You left your mark,

Scott, Malcolm and Donald

I still hold you close

and you’ll never be far.

I borrowed your art and found mine

rewind, just a kid, looking for a world to hold

 

what a guy, blindfold-

and now I know it’s already mine

let it age like fine wine

I’ll never forget and that’s forever

truly the best day ever.

cause of concern-

two stages of loss and we found the list

at the bottom of the bottle.

two phases and they start the same

moving backwards;        –        chasing lost time

like it’s a shadow.

it’s only pain down that road-

I’ve seen it in the eyes of friends, enemies and the hungry

eyes that follow

tattooed on your arm.

stage two only exist,

to remind you that color

exist,