Snap

Out the Door

Out the door

out of my sight

Out of my mind

Reconciliation--I'm trying to find my way again

Where is the present?  I'm constantly failing to find it

Tell me now, if this ain't love how do I get out?

Leave the pieces lying where they are

I just might cut my fingers off trying to put them back into place

Wait.

The days press on

The memories desecrate the future once again

My mind is a breaking reflection of what it wants to be

Thoughts are everywhere

Like blood splatter on a red wall

I'm trying to figure out

Which one belongs to me

When did I have a choice?

I think I put this on me

I really don't hate it as much as I should

Should I?

I hoped you could have told me

But it's too late now

Or Is it?
Losing it again

The music is carrying me through the motions again

I'm feeling slightly dizzy again

The present--find me please

I'm lost again

Wait

God Dammit here we go again

It's something morbid

Like something sour and sticky stuck on the roof of your mouth

I'm trying to wash it out with something

I'm looking at the photographs

I'm reading what I wrote

It still doesn't make sense to him

It doesn't make sense to my therapist either

No, this isn't a rant

I'm trying to make a point

There's a blackness that's hiding underneath

Not some Emo Shit

Real, legitimate blackness

I can't see through it like I can see through the rest of them

I can't understand it as well as I can understand the rest

It's like that haunting voice you hear that only reaches your ears with the wind

Like it's trying to tell you something about someone

What is it saying?

I can't figure it out anymore

I need help with this one

Where am I go going?

Shit, I just lost the present again

Faces, lights, wavelengths, eyes

They're bright and they're so damn colorful--but they're black

They're like me--just always wondering about what to wonder about

There's no recovery.  There's no recollection.  There's only an obsession

I'm losing myself to an compulsive stasis

I'm feeling trapped like a bird in an oven

The dial is set somewhere on this machinery

When is my time going to be up?

When are my guts going to fly against the walls?

Maybe they'll find the answer somewhere in the muck

No, it's not that emo shit

This is real.

Dammit

I'm trying to find something so desperately

I'm trying to find it in between eating my meals

I'm trying to figure it out in between homework assignments

I'm trying to figure it out when I'm on my break at work

I can't figure this out

What more can I possibly say without reiterating?

It's the same story over and over and over and over again

Maybe I should just snap.

I have to snap sooner or later

I just have to snap

I have to

snap