[Part 2] Lost
The canary wouldn’t stop crying (kicking, and screaming)
And my head couldnt find relief.
It made me question
the greater quest I’m on;
and what it was that
I was trying to get high on?
A longing cry?
But, I thought,
the canary stopped screaming.
too sad ‘ a story (it all dies)
Sometimes my head just can’t find relief
Despite a glorious past (we are still held)
Our time has come at last
[Independent,
we’ll have to cherish
the moment’s morsel; (we are still held)
The one that feeds all. (we are still held)
Grace gives the heart another beat
and I play my part.
I practice humility
when I let myself be breathed.
When will we see
what lies beneath?
It keeps cycling.
I’m sinking within.
When apocalyptic fantasies begin,
I pretend to be thick skinned.
And my heart never stopped bleeding; (wha wha)
I smiled and you didn’t suspect a thing. (oh oh)
I denied the fickle fantasies (wha wha)
to realize my deeper dreams. (oh oh)
And
I don’t actually know (Whaaa)
what I actually want. (Ohhhh)
Im thinking I probably
ought to just (Whaaaa)
move on (Ohhhh)
[Part 1]
I still feel a tension,
but the passion has turned to anxiety;
I still look for a love,
one in which I believe.
We aimed for a new home:
Each day, waking up alone,
growing numb,
wondering,
“Was it a reality of passion?
or merely imagined?”
I’ve seen your wandering eyes
trying to do better than me.
I’ve seen your wandering eyes
looking for someone in whom to believe.
You say I’m a good kid;
And I feel doomed.
How long can I take it?
as poison fills the room
I still believe in love,
just not with you.
(Do you see things the same way?
if we’re even reading the same page?)
You do you.
Don’t let your dreams go to waste.
I’ll do me.
and Maybe we’ll be together anyway.
Don’t build a wall in front of your door
Ignore your overflowing cup and
The universe will still pour you more
[Part 3]
Can this beast
be let off the leash?
and given a chance
to breath and relax?
Victimized by emotion
a slave to the waves
Epitomized by a dragon
that must be faced
Victimized by emotion, (don’t hate me)
a slave to the waves.
Epitomized by a dragon (it’s chained to me)
that must be faced.
We are beasts.
We are keepers.
When we lose our courage,
we fear even what we hold dear.
Longing for more,
we cry,
too sad of a story
that it all dies.
Can I disown
the line I’ve toed
to align my home?
So much to offer,
so close to the best;
Fighting natural order, (we are of it)
rejecting death; (we are of it)
Now damned to wither,
a treasure in chest.
The only thing left
is the reason i feel lonely:
love I won’t accept, (I don’t want it)
a prison i won’t leave. (I pretend like I run it)
You do you;
Don’t let your dreams go to waste.
I’ll do me; and
Maybe we’ll be together anyway.
You do you.
Don’t build a wall in front of your door.
Ignore your overflowing cup, and
more is still poured.
[Part 4: Curse Me, I’m Leaving]
You insist
that I’m an idealist,
naive and delirious;
that I’m too young
and inexperienced.
By cycling and sinking within,
I barely survive.
Until the new world begins,
I’m letting the leeches die.
I abandon,
as to not let
the next chance happen;
I abandon
This love,
I won’t accept.
I’m on the figurative noose,
becoming a fugitive on the loose
I choose to let you continue your abuse,
a bad excuse, a scapegoat,
for the truth left untold
and I call it the high road
and still, you bestow
more of your load upon me.
You wish for me to breathe
yet pull at my feet.
I will spend my future moments
without the you I had dreamt of;
Still feeling so alive from endless smiles,
into the depths for miles and miles.
There comes a time, We must dive beneath
to reveal a vision
of a serene relationship
with this reality
[Committed to peace,
content with accepting responsibility
of the power lost
Reborn, the phoenix keeps a memory of the hours it cost
With a hope of a home and no longer outcast,
underneath, a canary, with be loved and belong at last.
