Slide Night (2013?)

Everything inside, energy is life

how long in these shells must we hide

Life without structure

Nameless sex, constantly high, and sipping on wine

What if you knew

What would you do

It just goes to show

Maybe thats why you dont

Stemming from interest of your porous hands

The machinery broken down, tired again

The Biblioteca (10/25/11)

I push play on my tv and all I see is

Reruns reruns reruns

Memories the same; I'm high all day

Reruns reruns reruns

Spiritually, universally

We converse psychologically

We form understood weird spheres;

Secret societies

I walk in its like hey

I think we met one day

But nah hey man quit playin yourself

She's just searching for help

She's got that same suffering you suffer from all day

Influence each other as fast as we can

A girl doesn't need a name to deserve a hand

Loneliness in everyone

Confusion as it rests

We're all happily suffering

And confused is as best it gets

Porous (4/3/15)

Sometimes this boat just has to sink

too many holes for me to speak

you are the water drowning me

so babe, encompass me

Fine Whine (9/22/15)

well these are the words i sat down and wrote for you

setting this table like I’m waiting up for two

pour out a glass with your name on my mind

drink it down quick so i’ll have time to wander my pointless thoughts, our future lost

drinking myself to stupor and then

laugh it all off, in the morning we’ll start it again

and these are the times i could really use you

i feel that i found myself, it includes you

these pieces they fit, but now that you’re gone

it’s like I’m sitting out, drying like raisins to sun

just me on my own again

just me on my own again

so where did you go

i heard you went home

but i wouldn’t really know because you blocked my number, my name from your memory

losing all sight of the love that you found in me

and now i’m waiting up

leaving you voicemails at 6 in the morning

as if it’s the morning

telling you, how much i came to think

so much more than sex, babe you mean the world to me

the sun it still rises but i can’t feel the heat

there’s no love in this home, too long i’ve been incomplete

on your own

sometimes you’ve got to make it on your own

Window To The Soul (Spring 2016)

Encrypted, stonewalled

Detached, conflicted

Burying these wounds beneath fake smiles

Polite cuz I won't show you honest

Placebo thrill

Both of us will follow cliffs into the sunset

Losing what was tethered

We belong together

Suffice to say you just don't feel the same

So separate

And let demise breathe through these weighted lungs

Plagued from all our punishment

I'm just a sponge and a chimney

Funneling my disapproval

Finding it hard to speak my mind

Conversations fake and boring please don't waste my time 

Empty bottles means I collect

Tally marks means I'm a wreck

This zombie walks, this zombie talks

It even looks like he's alive

Better intentions, you left us in my hands

As if fucking us up was something that I planned

I even check old shit like when you left me voicemails to tell me that you miss me just so I can sleep alright

Gone is never gone when I hold onto everything you are

Come home, we can breathe again

Come home, let us breathe again

This life needs life