Shells fell, shelters will, weather will
Whether winter wishes come to pass
Open doors to solemn, rash misunderstandings

I can only speak sharply,
My tongue bitten
In rooms we hope no one can hear
About problems we wish would disappear

But I’ve spent too long
Thinking of what’s worthy
In warm spaces
Comfort mistaken for the end-all

Focused on staying warm
Rather than moving forward
Please, take what is mine
I’m leaving now, I'll be fine

I’ll be just fine

Misuse of mountains
Abuse to those not around us
Death and its society do us no good

The monsters where I rest
Eyes beat and red
Can speak no more
To those not lost, but away

Adrift in the world
Weary travelers destined
To take the face of the wind
And the voice of the dead with them

I was the best at giving excuses
(Always running out of time)
My shadow switching me places
(Trying to find what I like)
I can hear my own voice saying:
(Leave the light on inside)
“I don’t want anymore”
(I don't need anything, I don't need you now)

Do these blacked out rooms
(These cold waiting rooms)
Filled with angry hearts
(Of complacent minds)
Help you find a home
(Are you with your kind?)
But I’m growing numb
(Standing here, dying inside)
To the same response:
(But you see)
"I’m so happy for you"

She’s afraid of living
Because she’s all caught up
I watch her sit, drained and out of love
Always hearing thunder from storms to come

Puzzled by the way she feels,
Everyday she reads dirty novels to stay the same
Because it doesn’t take much
To live in the pages of other lovers

She refuses to stray into her own
To hold anything real
Because she's scared of being used
Or ending up alone

The heartaches of a life
Where she’s never enough
Never the center of attention
But such a giver of love

She’s never enough

She chose to stay
Not as a bold statement
But because she knew the city
Hollowed, rainy, and rust-ridden
In her home she refuses to grow

Wet skies justify her immobility
With reluctant breaths she speaks:
"I might never see the world,
I might never accept death,
But I’m okay here."

Building hysteria
I wanted you to be afraid
Step outside
Find out what keeps you away

Little steps, small sounds
Moving in the night
Keeps you breathing
Keeps you sleeping tight

Speaking to you
Is an uphill battle
I cannot grip the earth
Charred and burned

Can you hear me?

The pressure was comforting
I never got up again

The pressure was comforting
I never got up