goofier

I can't lock the door... I have the tendency to lock every door, to the point of fighting the urge to lock the bathroom door, living alone... yet I can't bring myself to lock the door. Every once in a while, I hear the doorknob rattle, as if it's about to open... My heart will skip a beat, and then I realize that it's just the house settling... or the wind... or something. It's not her...

I leave the porch light on, too...

I'm so goofy, sometimes.

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Can you live without one red cent?
Can a little true heart really pay the rent?
No
It'll take a lot of give to get
All the money you've spent it's a game of pressure
So
Put a little on the back of someone else. Cause another problem just to ease yourself.
Can't you see that it's coming back around, and when it comes back
It'll drive you farther down.

Free, now are you? Is it life that holds us down?
Free, how are you? When I'm stuck here on the ground.

Can you fly without your wings on board?
It seems pretty unfair to end up on the floor.
Paying for a crime you weren't charged for,
Alive in a world that always wants more.
Is it any wonder that you're falling back inside the pattern that defines all you lack?
Don't you want to get into your car and get out of this town?

Free, now are you? Is it life that holds us down?
Free, how are you? When I'm stuck here on the ground.

It's all about the wrong thing if doesn't make your heart sing.
It couldn't be the right place with those tears upon your face.

Free, now are you? Is it life that holds us down?
Free, how are you? When I'm stuck here on the ground.

Free, now are you?

Dark for fear of failure
an inner gloom as wide as an eye and
fermenting roiling hate
death grip in my veins unveiling
rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar
(in) the space between a blink and a tear
...death blooms.

If I soak my hands in others' blood, am I sick?
If I wash my hands in others' blood, am I sick?
If I drench myself in others' blood, am I sick?
If I bathe myself in others' blood...

Hey you, big star, tell me when it's over.

Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter.
'Cause I'm through
When the two hits the six and it's Summer -

Cloud
Come shove the sun aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There are no crowds in the streets and no sun
in my own Summer

The shade is a tool, a device, a savior
See, I try to look up to the sky
but my eyes burn -

Cloud
Come shove the sun aside.
I think god is moving its tongue...

...So when you fall to the ground
And finally get back to reality
And no one else is around
So tell me how does it feel to be the enemy?

You have a fear of living not me
I will not take anything for granted
Not even the breath I breathe
Makes me feel alive still... I can't describe
What is happening determined to run but...

I'm crawling... I'm crawling down

You cannot define this
There is nothing else like it

The addiction's here, make no mistake
I will not take anything for granted
With every step I take, makes me feel alive
Still I feel the further I go I'm determined to run but...

I'm crawling... I'm crawling down

You cannot define this
There is nothing else like it
You cannot define this
There is nothing else like it

It's how you react, no it's not what you say
you're running from nothing you're running away

You cannot define this
There is nothing else like it, no no
You cannot define this
There is nothing else like it

You...

Cannot define this...

Voices call, they call out my name
They say I'm different, well I'm not the same
You say you want
to be like me
Well boy let me tell you,
you didn't know what I've seen.

I'm minding
my own business.
I ain't doing
nothing wrong
I ain't doing
nothing wrong.

They say the devil
lives in my soul
I promise not to let him
take control

I'm minding
my own business.
I ain't doing
nothing wrong
I ain't doing
nothing wrong.

Shadows follow
so close behind me
I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see.

Oh God, Can't you help me
get out of here?

I feel like I'm living
deep in hell.

I'm minding
my own business
I ain't doing
nothing wrong...

A piece of mail
A letter head
A piece of hair
From a human head
They're sayin' to me
"I should've killed it"
"I should've killed it"
"I should've killed it before"
You're right, you're right
"Kill the body and the head will die"
They're laughin' at me
"I should've learned it"
"I should've learned it"
"I should've learned it before"

-What a day, what a day
If you can look it in the face
And hold your vomit

A wet sneeze and a "no left turn"
A row of teeth and an encouraging word
Beneath a mile of skin
"I should've noticed it"
"I should've noticed it"
"I should've noticed it before"

What a day
What a day
What a day
Don't you touch it

Everyone deserves to be happy...

I cannot grasp the logic behind some of the ways people attempt to be happy, though.

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Someone... I don't know who... once said:

"Love is not finding someone to live with; it's finding someone you can't live without..."

No kidding...