The Hopeless Romantic (Part 1)

He sits in his room to contemplate doom

But starts to disjoint as he misses the point

His utter dismay keeps him feeling this way

But he hopes it won’t last as he dwells on his past

A kiss on the cheek would make him go weak

But what he doesn’t sow will never grow

His bulletproof defense keeps them in suspense

But it will dissolve as he loses resolve

She walks his way and he knows just what to say

But preconceived lies will never draw her eyes

She walks closer still; he briefly loses his will

But what he perceives could never willingly leave

Once again able he tells her “You’re beautiful.”

But it can only be said if it leaves his head

He remains pliant as she passes him, silent

Because he knows one day he’ll find a way

He searches the sky and asks himself why

But gazing at stars won’t heal his scars

He searches the sea for what he longs to be

But staring at waves won’t give him what he craves

A hand on his heart would give him a start

But he’ll never acquire what he doesn’t truly desire

With a reworked offense he keeps them in suspense

And he’ll be right back with a new plan of attack

Spare Change

Here I am amongst the lines and lives

Heading towards the wheels and gears

Trying to avoid looks like knives

Trying to put a deaf ear to all their fears

Here he comes with a slumped and beaten stance

Defeated by the wind and the cold

He puts out his hand and asks for a chance

But I’ve already heard what I’m going to be told

Where’s my kindness? And what have I done?

But I can’t help but think I won’t be the only one

Survival of the fittest has taken a turn for the worst

And I’m trapped, thinking: “What do I say first?”

Here I am amongst the leather and glass

Heading back to a comfortable life I’ve built

I question the lives of all those I pass

I question when I’ll escape this guilt

There he is now amidst a world that has won

He walks along toward more hidden faces

I know for a fact he’s not the only one

I know he’s not the only one the cold still embraces

Where’s my love? And what have I done?

But I fight the guilt by convincing myself I’m not the only one

Survival of the fittest has turned a bit too extreme

And I’m left thinking: “Is it all just a bad dream?”

Here I am amongst the chilled winter’s air

Heading towards the cotton and wool

Trying to pretend that I don’t care

Hoping one day that he’ll be full

Where he is now I don’t think I can say

Maybe still waiting to be treated kindly

All I can do is hope and pray

That somebody else won’t act as blindly

Where’s my heart? And what have I done?

We can’t help everybody, but what about one?

Survival of the fittest has gone and ruined us all

And so I pray to God that He’ll pick me up if ever I fall

Losing My Mind

I wish I could escape what was left behind

I wish I could just lose my mind

Pull it out of my head and say goodbye

As it stays put while I walk by

Adopt ignorance and embrace the bliss

And run, carefree, away from all this

I’d leave it there for all the world to see

Just how much it didn’t mean to me

People would pass by it and casually stare

But I wonder if they’d even care

Care about a mind that was left behind

Alone for someone else to find

And all the while they’d wonder whose it was

And if it was abandoned for just cause

I’d leave it there for all the world to see

Just how much it didn’t mean to me

And as time would pass in my world of bliss

I’d never remember my mind or ever miss

I’d float and believe that I was free

In a world where they couldn’t bother me

Call me ignorant for being devil may care

But you didn’t know it; you weren’t there

I know why I decided to leave it behind

I know why I decided to lose my mind

I might come back after years have passed

And see all the dust my mind has amassed

I’d contemplate about picking it up

I’d get halfway and then have to stop

Torn between memory and senility

I’d hesitate about what I’d want to be

Should I return to the thoughts I left behind?

Or revel in the fact that I’ve lost my mind?

Impact

I woke up this morning with a sound in my ear

But I know your voice isn’t what I want to hear

I woke up to a strange paranoia within

And I just didn’t know exactly how to begin

I woke up this morning with no intention of continuing

But no good end can come without a damn good beginning

I know that this morning there’ll be dreams I can’t keep

And there’s a fear in me that runs quite deep

I know that disorder is all the rage this year

But I can’t sleep while you’re still here

I know that this morning I’ll look back while moving forward

But that doesn’t mean that my mind isn’t altered

There’s a chance that everything I continue to see

Doesn’t really have an impact on me

There’s a way to wake up, but not in my case

As you just won’t seem to leave this place

There’s a chance I could tell you how this story will end

But I’m worried this is an issue that even time can’t mend

You’re standing there trying to veil your disgust

While your outward appearance strangely resembles lust

You’re fishing for what you just won’t catch

While I’m trying to find another flame within this match

You’re standing there waiting for me to speak

But we won’t find what we have no motivation to seek

I woke up this morning in a daze that won’t pass

But I’m going back to bed because this won’t last

I woke up to each and every voice in my head

All shouting in unison how they wanted me dead

I woke up this morning with no intention of continuing

But no good end can come without a damn good beginning

There’s a feeling today that escapes even the best

And you reach for it like all of the rest

There’s a answer tomorrow that will explain today

But instead of opening your eyes to see it’ll just fade away

There’s a feeling that stays hushed for fear of disrupting

But staying quiet won’t create something out of nothing

Why must getting it started be the hardest part?

As each beat questions another passing heart

Why must maintaining it be the hardest part?

As each beat questions the current heart

Why must leaving it be the hardest part?

As we beg the question “How did this start?”

You’re waiting for something that might never come

We know you’re not deaf, but that doesn't mean you're not dumb

You’re eyeing a day that you hope will take you away

And I can’t help but notice you haven’t even finished today

You’re implying that what you have will one day be better

But wishful thinking won’t make an always out of a never

I woke up this morning and then went straight back to bed

I know full well that I can’t keep living inside my head

I woke up this morning but never really did wake

I don’t need to be reminded of all my past mistakes

I woke up this morning with no intention of continuing

But no good end can come without a damn good beginning