Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Pyr

This is something I wrote. I haven't written in a while, but I did today.

Under the boardwalk lies two lovers
Waste paper skin rubs with match friction
The sand turns to glass
As the glorious ass
He met on the streets turns to dust.

The ice in her drink melted faster than her heart.
Her skin and veins melted faster than her heart
The funeral pyre was her only desire
The arson of arteries turned her emotions to fuel.

He made it half the way back to town on her
But the E on the gauge was the rage he needed
To pump up again.

A prostitute waiting at the fire red light
An abandoned angel of sin
She got in the car
The dead wheels spin.

The gas tank full
He got into home
A empty stomach of lost dreams and failure
Smelling of death and shitty Shakespeare.

The bone walls crunched as he slams the bathroom door
Crying piss tears and collapsing to the floor
Guilt turned his heart black
Blood will not turn it back.

The kitchen erupts like a Hawaii vacation volcano
The body part campfire set to bake at 350
Lost college educations burned in the den
Poor mother's tears couldn't stop the flames

The grass sung as it burned
The lawnmower exploded with passion
The neighbor's belongings cried out to deaf ears
The tree cried a drying a tear.

The pedal to metal, the fuel fresh with dropouts
The cliffside awaits
An escape from mistakes
The steel hits water
The tires keep turning
You can't drown this failure
You can't drown this failure.

Ambulance Vs. Ambulance

Ambulance X extracts several consultants
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts off your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith, under the monolith
of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.

The Ambulance Angels
pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
oh yeah, "you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels
chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape
with your regret and shouts.

Roll tape and decode the moans,
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
Roll tape and decode the moans,

You'll never see your wife and children
again, so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked in, into their eyes
and said "no thanks I'll take the hooker instead"

Roll tape and decode the moans,
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
Roll tape and decode the moans,

You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more, your desk or the hungry sky.

The Ambulance Angels
pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling
broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels
notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book
of your operation:
His head was a faucet
leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes,
all his world famous sighs.
Before you remember,
Oh yeah, before you give in,
just remember we're coming
back for your children.