Want to lose this weight,
get myself drinking less,
and thinking less,
hearing less screams in the head.
Need to sleep better,
at times move quicker,
and maybe I should pray more:
not to any god in particular.
Just for a better idea,
to hope and for love,
all the best for us.
Won’t you dream with me for love,
and scream for love and crazy thoughts?
Live with me through the love or insanity.
You know I'll only shower you in praise,
and it's better if we just put the words away.
We'll be forgotten tomorrow,
and it will be so far removed.
Can't let you know all that this means
with syllables that aren't there,
thoughts and wasted prayer.
No, we won't be free
until we can scream
through all the love
and everything we get,
what we've made
under the sun.
It was all in fun
if for nothing else.
You know you love it how
we won't be loved
until we can run
head first into blinding light,
through ceremony
and monotony,
under or overwhelming.
It was all in fun
if for nothing else,
just the best for us.
So, dream with me for love,
and scream for love and crazy thoughts.
Live with me through the love or insanity.
"Of a Silent Genus (Genius?)"
You know
I’ll only shower you with praise.
And it’s better
if we just put our words away.
We’ll be forgotten
tomorrow,
and there will be three states between us.
Can’t show you
how much this means.
But hey, we all have to live with our mistakes,
and hey, we all have to laugh through the pain.
We have to love ourselves every way that we can.
And hey,
thanks for everything,
for going on tonight,
for playing through the blood and all the worst.
Oh, thanks for the songs,
and for the star to reach for.
Thanks for the call,
just for the thought.
It means a lot.
And hey,
thanks for everything
you have said and been,
for pushing through the blood and hells you've known.
And know
the blood has only made you better.
The dark has only made you brighter;
paled and stripped bare, but bright-eyed:
a light for those who need it.
You shine in our dark minds,
a light in the dark times.
You shine.