I Swear I'm Okayis it okay
is it okay
is it okay that I've found it hard to think of you fondly as of late?
because I swear I'm not meaning to, it's just that without your love
I've found things are hard, day to day things like breathing
or sleeping soundly.
is it okay
oh is it okay that time has crept up on me?
I swear it hasn't been that long since I last saw your face
Not that I'm trying to find your face in the crowd or anything
I lost you, I've got to keep reminding myself of that,
because I still hope to see you in that place.
But it isn't okay,
none of it is okay
clearly you've moved on, but for some reason,
And it's okay,
it's really okay
because I swear I'll get over you,
at very least I'll pretend to, because my heart can't take the feeling
of missing you this much.
I miss your face like hell.
FaithIf I were to believe in such a thing, I might pray
to stumble across happiness the way I did before everything
fell apart on me, but I am no patient person, I think things should just happen
I don't want to work for my happiness,
I've spent far too much time trying unsuccessfully.
If I were to believe in such a thing, I guess I should pray
that I could learn a thing or two about timing
patience, kindness, gentleness, confidence.
I've all but lost my faith that in this world there can be people who are in fact decent.
and I swear to whatever it is I would pray to, if I were to believe in such a thing
that the only thing that has stopped me from losing
all of my faith in humanity, is precisely the reason I'm going to learn
But I am no patient person, and this is vastly more difficult than I imagined
so bear with me on this one,
because it's the look on your face when I promise tea, that reminds me
things can be okay.
Sick Little GamesI wish I could describe how I feel when you look at me
with those sad eyes so full of pity
you know what you're doing to me, yet still here you stay
just close enough the keep me in, but so far away.
I've come to the conclusion
if you want to play games, then games we will play
but I'll be the rule master and we'll play it my way.
I'm sick of no calls, of no shows, I'm sick of the way you keep me here
yet won't so much look at me with care
I've played this round enough times to know
that if games are what you want, I want to be in control.
TruthDon't look so confused
I was the one who didn't know the truth
Despite all of our efforts at peace
we find that the war is inside of ourselves.
We fight a war unseen to those around us
every day is an internal battle
between what is easy and what is right
but what they don't tell us, is it's all the shades of grey that will do us in.
We have to let all of the light shine out of the darkness
otherwise the entire world would be dark
Even those of us who enjoy the night, would miss the sunshine
You are the light in my life, don't you leave me like all of the others.
Cold NightsIt's cold nights like these, that I look to the stars
or rather I would if I could see them through the clouds
I look to the sky, and just watch. Whether it be stars twinkling and making me feel small
or clouds swirling and reminding me that it'll get worse before it gets better
the night sky always has something to offer me in guidance
because stars don't care if you didn't call that one time,
they just know where their supposed to be, and they stick to it
and clouds don't wait up at night to see if you'll text
even though they know you're already asleep
they just want to cry it all out so that the sun can shine on tomorrow.
There aren't a lot of certainties in this world, so believe me when I say
that I find certainty in the way you forget to call
because the little things that you do that piss me off, those are what makes you, you;
and I wouldn't have it any other way.
In The EyeHe was so handsome
not really in the conventional sense, I'd never seen him in a suit,
and he wasn't chiseled from stone
But he had a way with words, that made you see him for what he was
amazing, and he
smelled of expensive cologne, though for the life of me
I couldn't understand why
and I'd never had such a fascination for basketball shorts
nor with brown eyes,
but his on me, that set the world right in it's unbalanced ways.
He wasn't the guy you'd give a double take, walking down the street
but he was the only one who
could stimulate me mentally, physically, and often
emotionally, he had a way with making me cry
But I was in love that man, even if he wasn't conventionally handsome
his calloused hands would find mine,
and things would just make sense again.