Countless

What I want is a thing of the past

Flying on a breeze that will not last

Staring at those numbers, simply aghast

It’s no wonder that I’m feeling surpassed

Another day, another way to fall down

No longer concerned with whether you’re around

The issue at hand is those numbers below ground

It’s no wonder I just want to be found

With a new beat playing, it bears repeating

That I would kill for a promising meeting

The digits choking me have got me weeping

It’s no wonder my will is rapidly fleeting

They say I’m going to make it big one day

That is if I have enough, for it, to pay

The zeroes amass and force it to their way

It’s no wonder I have nothing to say

Waiting for the day I can finally lead

But for the time being I’ll beg and plead

For these numbers to stop embellishing their greed

It’s no wonder I can’t get what I need

Watching those who just keep taking more

And those who are comfortable being whores

And those not concerned with any number of chores

It’s no wonder I can’t get up off this floor

What I want is a thing of the past

Cataclysm of a dream that didn’t last

Staring at those numbers, simply aghast

It’s no wonder I’m wondering how long this will last…

Riley Adieu

Gather round and I will tell you

A story about a girl, sweet Riley Adieu

Brought up in a world made to make haste

Try as she may she couldn’t ditch the taste

Grew up on a whim in a fanciful way

But never gave in to what others would say

Went her own way but remained standing still

Wishing there was more time to kill

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and wait on a world you knew

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and wait for the world to find you

Frequently victim to a repeatable demise

Ate out her heart, and bawled out her eyes

Stood in the world like a statue so bold

Yet nothing was moving under the mold

A damsel in distress awaiting her prince

If only the others, she could convince

Lost in a world, the same size as her head

Wondering why, upon this road, she was led

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and cry for the thought of two

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and wait for him to find you

And as time passed more fears she amassed

Keeping her constantly going nowhere fast

Adopting the mantra that guided her fate

That good things come to those who wait

A question to her, was posed indiscreetly

“Could your head ever be organized and then kept neatly?”

Her reply was nonexistent and never did show

Because in her head, she knew she didn’t know

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit there and expect it to happen to you

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and wait for yourself to find you

One day she was waiting, and the next the same

She was truly the victor of her own strange game

And one day he came knocking, and she answered the door

Opened up optimistic but closed quickly for more

She never did find what she dreamed would last

While he came and went but eventually passed

Alone in her world, still hopeful for something

She waited and waited, until she faded to nothing

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t sit and hope that the world will come through

Poor, poor Riley Adieu

You can’t imagine the love you almost knew

Adieu, Riley, Adieu…

There's No Such Thing As A Stupid Question

Where to start? Where to begin?

Can what came out truly have come from within?

Can doing it again fix what I’ve done?

Why are so many obsessed with one?

So many things you would have liked

But that road never led here

So many things you chose to ignore

But some obstacles just can’t be cleared

For the simple want of something better

And I hardly got past learning your name

For the simple act of just being together

And you’re now out of the frame

So many things I never told you

Or had the chance to express my dear

So many questions gone unanswered

And you played right into my fear

Where to start? Where am I being led?

Can what happened be an omen of times ahead?

Can doing it again fix what I’ve done?

Will I look back and wonder if you were the one…?

Possession

Take a stroll and let me know

When you get back has life taken its toll?

Have you woken up on the wrong side of bed?

And realized now you’re too inside your head?

Well let me know if you’re okay

Or at the very just least let me stay

And when you decide to come inside

Don’t be surprised that we all lied

She strolled up to me and spoke like an angel

But changed face quickly to say I’ll see you in hell

And when I decide to come back inside

Will you be there too giving me nowhere to hide?

When the world wants all the answers

And you’re still struggling to find her

You plead with the world to just wait

While you count down to your fate

Waking up from a dream into a nightmare

You rub your eyes and blindly stare

Is this what we get for our past mistakes?

I can’t do enough, doing whatever it takes

So stroll awhile beneath the heavens above

Falling asleep dreaming of the one you don’t love

Refrain from dreaming only to cringe

Because upon her your life now does hinge

Will she answer for the times you’ve called?

Will he answer after all the times he’s stalled?

Back inside, and your mind is growing dim

Smothered by a standard that calls itself them

As they watch your magnificent exhibition

You’re wondering what will be your decision

Can you truly believe that you’ll become a possession?

And if that is so then I have a confession

I once held you dear in a dream perchance

And watched us burn delicately in a fiery romance

But then I woke up, when you spoke up

So excuse me if I tell them, and you too, to shut up

I’ll just close my eyes to all your lies

Hoping in time that you will realize

That in situations of ease, or lack thereof

I could never possess the one I love