Spotless (Always)

Shallow lights are filling in the lost souls that are caught up in me and you.
Screaming out my hurting never suffices my lost listening of the truth.
When every light screams out like your eyes at night.
Glistening and spinning me, I got caught in a bad fight.
Every word says less than I mean it to,
when all I want to say is “I love you”

Tell me, are you caught up in me too?
Will you tell me I peaked too soon?
Falling over in my own truth;
Always in love with you.

Shadows are filling up the lost touch I’m missing out when you’re gone.
I love the pain but I’d rather feel something more genuine.
I don’t want to run.
Life is passing me by, with every second spelling out your name.
Little by little, I’ve come to realize that I may be the one to blame.
When words aren’t enough to say the truth that’s missing,
You’ll always be in my head, your eyes will always be glistening.

Tripping in my missing of your touch and your kissing,
your words mean more than anything I ever felt.
My words are bleeding more than I’d like to admit to.
My tears are in ink and I’m reaching out for you.

Always in love with you.

Blank.

Tell me I'm worth more than a collect call from the road
Lantern lights like vampire tears from the night
I'm a failure in tact, a feeling composure that's bad and I'm whole
But not without you.
I'm slipping into drinks of your lips
Touching the hull of this sinking ship
You lift me like a skyrocket.
You're a zephyr-love, lifting and ascending.
Smoke me, smoke me, smoke me
I want to penetrate your inside systems
Leave you as shocked as I am
It's all because of you.
You won't ever know that you lifted me up
You may think you do, but you don't
I'm a parenthesis marked with clear ends
You broke my syntax and left me blank.
But it's ok, I have you by my side to keep my structure intact.
Blank without you, that's what I am.
Blank without you.
Blank.

Airstrip

I drown out like sorrow on melancholy. More than what you can give or be, this is what you can have, if you want me. I will turn the notches down now, they did what they had done; I wished the best for you without thinking of how you may end up. Now it's gone. Just like everything.

Do you believe in change? Do you believe in fear? Do you believe what you see? Do you believe in me?

I'm haywire gone loose, tripping on the cons your hands lay with your booze. Drown me out like the cup in hand, lose your composure and you can't even stand. Fill me under what you can't understand, my words lay words between what I had. Hand in hand, I can't lay the track for your circus stand. The lane is busy, no place to land.

Lay all power to the outer shields. (We're giving it all we got) This captain goes down with the ship. (There's not much more to be done) Check the crew, who doesn't have their lips sealed? (Power shortage) Loose ships sink lips (Kissing necks, take your subjects) Loose lips sink ships. Loose ships sink lips. Loosen up. Lower that neck. I'm watching you from here. Lamp post light for you and your fan tonight.

The Venom Symbiote - Carnage

He made it to your eyes' line of sight. For better or worse, I held his ground tonight. Two knocked peons on your board. Handcuffed to a common curse, we were tied, albeit on different positions. We were both denied for the other. Isn't it ironic?

Now it's him too. Two is a couple. Three is a crowd. I may not make the journey anymore. Not alone.

"But you're never alone"

I always am.

I never knew me without you. You grew the conscience inside of me. Smoking a filterless attempt of me, setting a hard day's night past the tide. This isn't you without me just like I'm not me without you. I must attempt to grow out roots that don't need to be tied onto you to rise. I will rise again. I will rise again, without you this time, so I can avoid the feeling of emptiness. I don't want to stand back up only to fall for you again. I will lay low, so I never have to fall again. It's always going to be the same. Your love is like a bear trap, as I always said.

I took your pictures down. It's not me taking you down per se, but rather the memory of you laying your fingers on his head. We were the spread, the flood, the red. The mercurial lovers of a time once ahead. Things change like our nature, speeding the tide like a carousel love. I'm not one to point fingers, but this death will lay on your head until the end of all that I meant. I can forgive, but I can't forget. It's never going to be the same. Relapse-born spins in the vinyl heart-shaped eyes you had when you darted your way into the room to hold his head and kiss that walking dead. Your kisses are hidden bad habits, collect calls from the outer home to the inner mothership, the one that lays on your shoulders. They are the hanging nooses from here to the moon, allowing us to end it all once you're done with us. You taught us how to be us with you. You taught us that reliance that you're oh so afraid of gaining - You have it too. The sooner you realize that you will fall with this sinking ship, the less the pain you will get. I heard every guy wants to be the girl's first, and every girl wants to be the guy's last. You're not my first, and you're not my last.

"But you're possibly the prettiest"

I always knew you held him. You and him held keys like Bonnie and Clyde. Do you love me for the cigarette burn kisses? Do you love him for the green-induced sequences? He's got the world on a string, I got a simple line to sing. Steal it away; this is your show. No thunder-stealing intended. You slaved me past noon to create me good. I'm done relying on you. You're a symbiote. I'm done being the host.

Love like a bear trap.

I got a hand-grenade that says "Thanks" better than anything I could write today. You've got to open up and remix what you call a heart, which clearly isn't good enough for you. Love like a bear trap, even when you know exactly what you're getting yourself into. Set me up and let me down. It's always the same. I was a spark, and I guess your alcohol level was so high you caught on fire. It's not you. She's not you. She's his girlfriend, not you. Sometimes you get so high that you sing out into the street lights and pour down like rain on the sidewalk. I'm officially sick of holding buildings together when you act like that squeaky hydraulic on your old bed. This is choppy, but it's me when I'm raw. It seems like it's the only thing that can take your breath away nowadays.