I Never Wanted It

I can do whatever I want, if I go away
I can do whatever I want, yes I can
I can do whatever I want, If I leave here now
You try and I try and everything is trying, but we won’t let it be
You know and I know that we should just let go of this mess we’re in

I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way

You can think whatever you think, it doesn’t change a thing
You can think whatever you think, yes you can
You can think whatever you want, if you go away
I wish and I pray that it will just go away, but I still won’t let go
I think that you wish for me to just relinquish, so we can become free

I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way

And I, see the anguish in your eyes
And I, know there’s value in our tries
And I, see through the vanity and lies
And I, watch the fire as it dies

I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way
I never wanted it

Hope Like The World is Ending

I want to breathe my breathes like soon I'll have no more
I want to feel things like they're temporary
I want to belive like it makes a difference what I think
I want to know like there could be no other way

And I hope the world is ending soon, because I don't want to watch it change
because if I keep on living, like there's lots of living left
than I'll have to watch everything fade away

ocean waves wash me away
pulling at me like grains of sand
while clenching tight so I can stay
life is pouring through my hand

I want to run like soon I'll have no races left
I want to jump like the ground will disapear
I want to accept like this is all we'll ever see
I want to kiss and kiss till the air runs away

And I hope the world is ending soon, because I don't want to watch it change
because if I keep on living, like there's lots of living left
than I'll have to watch everything fade away

Cowardice

I was tied down in a fear
fingers spread in pure doubt
it's not true if you don't hear
words like wilting flowers in a drought

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go

I lost sight of an identity
desperate for some form of union
I felt more comfort in conformity
safe and undetected like a chameleon

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go

I Need A Hole

burry me in tattered clothes
beneath an cherry tree
let the blossoms blow, their pollen onto me
roots penetrate my melting bones
at least I'll feel connected to something

there's nothing special in the world
there's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree

scald me with new certainty
cold realization sting
crush my inner-child, with harsh reality
but burn my memories from me
at the least I'll have eyes that see with clarity

there's nothing special in the worldthere's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree

My Lonesome Sound

you left me out in the sun
went off to go have fun
shriveling like a desert rose
sweat dripping to my toes

you cast me aside when I was down
brushing off my lonesome sound
I needed your comforting
but you had no time for suffering

I want to be free
but everybody has their own ideas
on what I should be
but I just wanted to be me

I've become a collection of fears
I'll drown in my sea of my tears
you can't whipe enough of them away
this black cloud is here to stay

you think it's conditional
they say it's chemical
and I'd say it's their fault
but it doesn't change a thing

I wanted to be free
everybody has their own ideas
on what I should be
but I just wanted to be me

Good Old Days

These are our good old days
This our glory road
but the tires have rusted out
our story's soured ground

you sold out for an easy life
you've plowed the fields to dust and ash,
and passed the reigns along
but we've atrophied for anything but song
scorch the earth for heaven hands
turn our backs for childish demands

These are our good old days
This our glory road
but the tires have rusted out
our story's soured ground

you gave us up for frivolity
you've sent us on to be the other way,
float us down the reeds
but we're not your redeeming seeds
we push forward change the channel
remove the crutch and force dismantle

force our hands, but we're not selling out
bind our feet, but we're not giving Up

Sweet Meta

coffee splattered, your winter clothes tattered
with the memories and recognition of a failing love
you're recognition lost in a system
and you can't even cry out above

so we imitate
we don't want to be beguiled
our risky thoughts intimidate
so lets just pretend a while

restless contemplation, you're trying to matter
and their opinions breed a hostile reconciliation
visions and fears we lock inside
and I can't even cry out above

so we imitate
we don't want to be beguiled
our risky thoughts intimidate
so lets just pretend a while

and can you imagine
a love unaltered by
the prejudice of truth

November 20th (Plan de San Luis Potosi)

What could have been, and should have been
is nothing more than blood loss
so snuggle me into your veins like nicotine and saccharine

my love, our sins, were so explicit

so long, so long
I don't care anymore
you win, and I loose
but I won't forget

qué podría haber sido
y debería haber sido
está nada más que la sangría
róbeme tan lejos, en sus venas, como la nicotina y sacarina

mi amor, nuestros pecados estuvieron mal

so long, so long
I don't care anymore
you win, and I loose
but I won't forget

the needle prick, the scalpel slice, but you didn't think twice

we're just like atoms crashing