You took a while to recognize me
through the painful haze of your addiction,
But when you finally did you didn't skip a beat,
or alter your inflection

Where do you live?
You change your home so fast,
I get you penciled in and then you're gone,
Your hand is out but I've got nothing left to give,
Except perhaps some words to get you through this

I'm sick of enabling you
and you can sense it,
You glance around as if for the cops,
Whatever you've stolen I won't fence it,
You know you're nothing without your props

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Redemption

Sometimes I sit and think about all
the times I never gave a damn,
How my actions affected those around,
I never stopped to think that anybody
ever cared about me

I wonder if it is a bit too late to reverse
the feelings of their hate,
I want to say that I apologize,
I'm trying to redeem myself
but I still want to keep my pride

When I think of yesterday I can see
there's nothing more for me,
I want to think about tomorrow,
Time just fades the pages from my book
of memories,
I want to think about tomorrow

The brutal things I said
and all the people hurt,
I hope they forgive me,
The brutal things I said
and all the people hurt,
I'm glad those days are gone

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One Day

It got to resembling
a vaudeville show,
The show of shows,
Such comedy unserpassed
as juvenile theatrics go,
But who am I to tell you
To contain yourself?
And who are you to
tell me to control it?
When we both have prepared
so carefully

One day
You'll know we never
meant each other harm
in any way,
One day
You'll know we never meant
each other sorrow,
Gotta keep my distance

I keep sifting
through the loot to
find the stairs,
This business burning
to the ground, I can't look back my
hindsight seems to be impared,
My outlook has no holds
to see out

It's starting to hurt
when I open my arms too wide,
A milky white haze
invades my vision,
My lungs are heavy with your presence
as if you were standing
right behind me,
And I can't bring myself
to turn around,
Gotta keep my distance

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Locust

I don't expect a response from you and I
won't try to elicit one,
I stroke your walls as I prowl along,
They seem to be so strong,
Your windows are on their own, they are
letting in a steady blow,
I can hear the wings of the locust,
But it doesn't seem to matter much

I don't trust your corridors,
Why do I hear the timber groan?

I'm getting closer,
Hitting rooms no light has shown,
I like the fixtures,
I adore the woodwork,
I lay prone,
Making out faces in the plaster,
My fingers probing
the molding for a trigger

Volumes of polaroids,
Commemorate
nothing to speak of,
To speak of,
There are whole sections of this house
not on the floor plan,
And I will ransack 'til I find myself an entry

You can't afford to let me go on searching for a motive,
You've got to assure me,
Don't allow me to doubt,
Produce the passkey satisfy my suspicions,
Will you trick me to co-author your plans,
Elaborate plans

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