Things I Should Do

I wanna leave this town,
Go out in the world and drown.

I wanna forget all this shit,
Throw up my hands and just quit.

I wanna run from all my fears,
So maybe I can stop the tears.

I wanna erase this whole situation,
Since it's my cause of frustration.

I wanna forget I ever knew you,
'Cause it all makes me so blue.

I wanna hug you and kiss you and say,
Hey, love, I missed you today.

I want my dream to come true,
But that's hard without you.

Path To Mars

I promised to spread your ashes
Across the surface of Mars.
The promise came back in flashes,
For I saw nothing but stars.

They were blinding as light,
And my vision faded out.
This didn't cause me fright.
Yet, I know it's me you doubt.

I have an ability to see reality.
I see every branch and path.
I am what you call an abnormality.
I see all this calculated math.

But see, here's what you miss
Every path is the right one.
Each of them contain bliss,
But this is already done.

Whatever choice you make,
Is not what you wish to do.
Or is it? Here, you wake
And see what is true.

Dreams And Their Schemes

Are dreams what we strive for each and every night?
Are these ideas what make us wait? What give us our hope?
Or are they things that cause us to lose sight
Or forget how to funcion. Is this just how we cope?

Without them, what are we? Are we anything at all?
Without them, do we fall? Do we cease to exist?
I'd like to know if dreams are worth it, no matter how small.
I'd like to know if we need them. They're something I've missed.

Do you ever wonder, if you hadn't made that choice,
Do you think you'd be here? Or somewhere over there?
Would the woman you love have ever heard your voice?
Would the words you say now mean anything to that pair?

How many branches of life do we close off to ourselves,
How many opportunities do we miss and not see?
By making a choice, we put all those on shelves,
But this is what makes us all so free.

Love You, Miss You, Need You, Want You

I'm sad our date was cut short today.
Later, will you hear what I have to say?

"LMNW, my dear. Don't you remember?"
And you'll tell me, "Only an ember

Of what we had remains and even that
Will be gone is where I see us at."

And after my typical spazz of confusion,
I'll realize that our love is an illusion.

Next time, I'll say, "LMW, my dear."
And you'll notice there's no need here.

Will it upset you? Will you care?
I hope not, because I find it pretty fair.

Fed Up With This Stuff

What sucks about people all around?
Is it something that can be found?

They always have some kind of angle.
Some have a carrot that they dangle.

Others do more sinister things
Like hang you from strings.

I don't understand why they do it.
Can't they be honest, those shits?!

I hate guessing at their silly games.
Do they hope it'll bring them fame?

Of course! They wanna rise to the top,
But why can't they stop?!

They act like little machines in life,
Going through constant strife.

They're lives are so crappy
And won't ever be happy.

So how do you find those you can trust?
I'm not sure. It's hard for me to adjust

To looking for all the clues
That allow me to choose

If I want these fuckos near,
Or want them all outta here.

You Put Me In Reverse

"I'll never have a letter coming from you
Longer than a paragraph or two."

Was what she said to me.
I admit, I really disagree,

Because though I did depart,
Every day she had my heart.

She snuck inside my dreams and
It was something I couldn't stand.

I missed her. What can I say?
I still do to this damn day.

But sometimes we lose ourselves.
We have to put some people on shelves,

Come back to them later when it seems right,
'Cause we can be scared of what's in our line of sight.

And, I think that's why she had this to say.
But I wrote letters nearly every day.

Yet, never sent them 'cause of fear.
I guess it killed what happened here.

Harts, Stars, and Horeshoez

Heh and smileys and hearts and allusions
Are what bring me to this conclusion.

That this is something that cannot be said,
Nor mentioned for we'll both be dead.

It's a way to keep one or both going,
To keep our lives and reality flowing.

There can be I love you's and sighs,
But neither can say their goodbyes.