Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...

Like a moth to a flame, I flew too close to your...
And before I felt the pain, the damage was done...

Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...

She’s screaming out at the top of her lungs
While he sings a girl all the songs they had sung...

I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...

Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves...

Sunlight pours through closed blinds
Casting a row of light beads on my pillow...

What good am I if I’m just flesh and bone,
When I scare away everyone that’s mattered...

I wish that once in a while you’d have the nerve...
‘Cause if you’re always this dishonest, tell...

They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...

The night was warm but the rain was cold
Your eyes the color of obsidian stone...

Leave it to me to cave further into myself,
Only I did not think I could sink any deeper...