we hear what we want to hear
we see what we want to see
we decide our own stories
we make our own history
we tell each other our thoughts and needs
we project our loneliness onto another
lonely body of needs
we just want what we want
until there is no more wanting
no more seeing
no more needing
no more grieving
we all become satisfied
somehow
someway
in this greedy life
we are full of something
when we die
or at least we'd hope
that throughout a lifelong struggle to feel something real
we get a glimpse of what that may be like
i felt it at first plight
i fell in love at first fight
tyler cole was absolutely right
it was the energy
the heart beating out of my chest kind of thing
the way i'd anticipate what's next
rather i die satisfied
rather i live in regret
i waited for death
on the other side of heavens breath
i wondered what's next?
will i live and give?
or die a selfish death?
i don't know what's next
i'm hardly five feet off the ground
i hardly make a sound when i lose my mind
i just keep it all inside
i fell in love with him and her next
i guess this is really as real as it gets
i am lonely like wormer street in redford michigan
i lived there
i still live there
he ruined that for me
that my soul can't bear to dip below the line of the highway
i don't like to go there
but when i was young
i was at home there
across from the k-mart
next to the corner store
or at the blue slide park
i was at home, don't you understand?
you took a memory from me
and turned it to grief
now that anything happy i enjoyed below that line from 2005 and beyond
erased with the words you left
i don't remember much these days
just the bad bad stuff
i feel the need to isolate myself until im perfect
