who will u be

Who will you be when it all goes black
when the sun shuts out the lights
when moon turns its back
and the stars stop shining and the
darkness is blinding
who will you be when it all goes black

Who will you be when the wind blows the warmth away
and night takes over the day
when the birds cease to sing
and the sirens start to ring
who will you be when it all goes black

where the special lines

Its the Little Things

People will never understand from the outside
and thats the point
The point of best friends is how stupid everything appears to others
thats where the special lies
thats why its special
because something means so much to you
and so little to someone else
like the smell of dirty clothes and incense
like the buying of raw dough with the complete understanding
that there was never ever any intention of baking it
like that song
like making a fool of yourself
like hikes that fail
like first names
like the cure for sickness
like laughing

Thats where the special lies

waking

If i found that i woke tomorrow without you by my side
would i be wishing for another go
or grateful for the ride

and its hard to tell from the outside in
whether its all worth it or
if its only matters if you win

and i'm rolling over again
or if i trying to savor the taste
life it too short for crying
but those tears don't to go to waste

so wake me up soon before i realize
that the light is to bright in my eyes
before i realize your smile is
anything but a desguise

and you...

you leave me confused
and i
and i
and i don't know exactly what i'm trying to
say but i'm thinking if i say it really
really really
really fast
then maybe it will sound
like i know what i'm talking about
when i really have no idea
because

you leave me confused
like a tourist in the middle city
looking up at the sky as if
a map of my destination
may be printed up there...
or maybe you leave me scared
like a pregant mother at 16
not sure what to do
who to talk to
scared shitless of whats going to happen next
and not even sure
if she wants to find out

and i still don't know
how you do this to me
how you mke me feel like i've never
spoken an intelligent line of dialogue
and that no matter what i say
around you, your green eyes will still
sparkle enough to make my knees weak
enough so that i think the world notices
but not enough that you do

and you... you leave me breathless
like a kid watching fireworks for the first
time,
brilliant and bright not wanting them to
end though knowing they will soon
and not wanting to watch the end
cuz then soon
it'll all be over
and you leave me wondering
wondering like 5 year old with
lighting bugs,
wondering how do they brighten up the night
and wanting to just hold them in
their hands
even if only for a moment

sec ti ons

why do we compartment our lives off into sections
life work love friends and our leisurely selections
we seem to have 5 different faces to wear
into the different phases of our day
clothes for work and home and play

why do we have to mentally say
well its just all work and no play
can't we just come to realize that our life is what we make
what we're feeling and how we're doing all has to relate
instead its
work is bad
love lifes a drag
and i'm mentally in a state

this feeling of breaking our lives into pieces makes
them easier to loose
the pluzzle never seems to fit together and this is what we choose
we choose to differentiate the aspects of our lives
and then we wonder why theres no one around
to tell us why

one day (repeating)

one day i will stop questioning myself
one day i'll understand
one day i'll cry myself to sleep and i won't be sad
one day i'll know why i want
one day i'll understand how to smile
one day i'll know why we question our dreams
one day i'll understand doubts
one day i'll see beauty in the mirror
one day i'll write all day
one day i'll hug a stranger
one day i'll talk until dawn
one day i'll sleep with a grin
one day i'll dance with my eyes closed
one day i'll stand in the rain without worrying about after
one day i'll understand why i'm waiting for that one day
one day
one day i'll be a somebody
one day i'll be a somebody
one day

I wonder.. and other stupid shit

I wonder whether Shakespeare ever thought
he was the shit
I wonder if there is a place you can stand
where the Mona Lisa can't see
I wonder how old Peter Pan is
I wonder if Michael Jackson
knows he's white
I wonder if Darwin competed in
survior what would happen when
he lost
I wonder if anyone believes
Donald Trumps hair is real
I wonder what Marvin Gay
hear threw the grape vine
I wonder if Einstien ever
cut his hair
I wonder if Garfunkel was jealous
that Simon was first
I wonder if Chubaka has a lisp
I wonder what made Oscar
Wilde
I wonder