the flammable poison corrupts your heart
illuminates the dark under the guise of warmth
I idolized the spark that gave me light
I despised the bark that precedes your bite
but when your eyes were on me
Whenever our eyes meet
the horizons sink into the desolate sea
would it better for me to mourn rather than seek
revenger? and seek the end? does he pretend
we didn't happen? were we just friends with no pretense?
i breathed you in and siezed the end
and it's disappointing to finally see you win
but it's settling in as i begin to understand
why the kryptonite feels comfortable in my hands
because i am not superman, more like super manic
in a frenzy and a panic at the thought of being romantic
i thought i escaped it at the airport
but you snuck onto my flight
Cuz even though you said goodbye
you're still riding first class on my mind
tried to evict you from your seat and move you towards the exit signs
i gave you all the neat ideas... but he gave you all of his time
but now i'm on a second flight
just trying to return to home
accelerating levitation, staring at a useless phone
rethinking my situation, mobile and alone
seems no matter where I roam, these sticks and stones
may break my bones
but your words penetrate my skin
inject into my veins
suppress the inhibitions that keep me awake and sane
my breathing's changed. i inhale
another hallucination that is too strange to tell
Fact and fiction blend, so how do i pretend
these masochistic means will justify the end
Well, don't you worry now. Message received.
I was a prison to you and now you've been set free

don't mistake my current silence for a bad batch of apathy
because my past acts attached flashbacks of sad facts that are too fast to see
add a pinch of insanity just to ensure that i cannot sleep
and i'll devote every minute of my insomniac addiction
to silently wishing for a chance to see
if things were rearranged into the right place
would a single thing change or was this all just a waste
should i just save face and give up this race
and accept that I was never gonna win anyways
i been dismally dazed trying to fake perfect
on a melancholy mission meant to make purpose
and i hate this haze, holding me upon the surface
feeling worthless, second guessing if it's worth it when
this is just a note stuffed into my desk
just another envelope shoved under my bed
another written rant that will never be read
and list of words that will never be said
a set of verses upset with curses kept from you, my dear
a censored melody that you will never get to hear
so I compound these fears after all of these years
and released them up into the atmosphere
destination unknown, can't control a cyclone
this soul is on its way home, a crown craving to be on it's throne
avoid the bricks
and sticks and stones, cuz they'll all break my bones
but your words penetrate my skin
inject into my veins
suppress the inhibitions that keep me awake and sane
my breathing's changed. i inhale
another hallucination that is too strange to tell
Fact and fiction blend, so how do i pretend
these masochistic means will justify the end
Well, don't you worry now. Message received.
I was a prison to you and now you've been set free

i guess i'm not as clever as i thought i was
i can hear electricity running through the walls
and i promised myself this would be the last time
i let you infect my mind
and you would think by now i could cope with loss
with the truth being revealed as false

but you'd be wrong
and i'd have never assumed
not in a million years
that it would be like this and i would be stuck here
upending my ego as i swallow my pride
demolish all my insides
and take me home because i know these sticks and stones
will break my bones
but your words electrify my limbs
open my wounds again
as i revisit all the angst, betrayal, and pain
i swear nothing's changed, but time will tell
if all these hallucinations will benefit my health
Fact and fiction blend, so how do i pretend
these masochistic means will justify the end
and so i'm worried now, history repeats
i thought the problem was you, but now I see it was me