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Sunlight comin' through the haze
I've tucked in the blinds to let it inside
The bed is all made so music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on
A flicker of the screen, I'm moving out, your screams
Are basking in the shit flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored, shuffling 'round the stores
You're shuffling me, it's getting so rash, it's bent

Xbox is a god to me
A finger on the switch, my mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever tryin' to talk to me

Don't try gauging me
The vaguest of shrugs, the perscription drugs
You'll never find the person inside

My face is mothered on
Curiosity is good enough for me
I'm tuning out his eyes if those are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here ?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, to simply end up here

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame, the action is tame
Explicitly dull, or rather a lull

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day with nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations, all this information

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band, they sound like all jam
Their clothes are all black, the music is crap

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun, but just another one
Of all the antique ways of using up the day

How can I be sure I'm here ?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, to simply end up here

(I call disorder getting me boreder)

Don't try to be like you don't mind
The feel of sun
Steal the gun
To kill time

Some way, no way, don't care
Catch the breeze
Still the leaves
It's nowhere

My Ashes

All the things that I needed
I wasted my chances
I have found myself wanting

When a mother and father
Gave me their problems
I accepted them all

Nothing ever expected
I was rejected
But I came back for more

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky
Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles

And my ashes fall over all the things we've said
On a box of photographs under the bed

I will stay in my own world
Under the covers
I will feel safe inside

The kiss that will burn me
Cure me of dreaming
I was always returning

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog
And return to save the child that I forgot

And my ashes fade among the things unseen
And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales
Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails