Oh so, your weak rhyme You doubt I'll bother reading into it I'll probably won't Left to my own devices But that's the difference in our opinions You're a mouthful That amounts for another week on my own Now I'm a novel made resourceful I start a chain with my thought Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own Cold pain I cannot sustain it That's what I'm thinking Not what I'm drinking I hold up my ways These thoughts are pervasive It's not a statement But peace can be evasive You're a mouthful That ammounts for another week on my own Now I'm a novel made resourceful I start a chain with my thought Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own

Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve And behind the curtain lies my soul, I'm bleeding And I see it Can't believe it And the sun goes down Taking my heart What is this I'm feeling? Is it a new beginning? Am I purging past regrets Facing the hurt I'm dealing? How does one start healing? The darkness is revealing The bittersweet reality That this is the help I'm needing Why must I be bastardized? My essence flees Search my mind and all I find is banded feelings Once you pull the bandage off, you feel the sting Only way to fix it is through painful suffering And I see it Can't believe it And the sun goes down Taking my heart What is this I'm feeling? Is it a new beginning? Am I purging past regrets Facing the hurt I'm dealing? How does one start healing? The darkness is revealing The bittersweet reality That this is the help I'm needing Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Is he free, is he full, is he high, is he low? Where the fuck I'm supposed to go? Where the fuck I'm supposed to go? Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me Is he free, is he full, is he high, is he low? Where the fuck I'm supposed to go? Where the fuck I'm supposed to go? Feel me, heal me All that's in me Give it all back I can't have this Feeling, failing All that's creating Fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out

The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in 20's And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And 63 cents On diet Coca-Cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always my wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags