Blown Away

Tell me, please tell me that I'm in the running,

if you know, can you tell me what we're becoming?

You're a stungun that's 5 times as stunning.

you've shot me, and now if I see anyone coming,

honey, instead of us running I'll also start gunning.



Teach me to speak the language of your actions
so you won't have to explain the meaning of your reactions.

You're a distraction and to you I'm smaller fractions.

Slip and fall, cause if I focus on you
Win you and leave so that it's your turn to grieve.

Destination

Ambling to the very same place I sleep
it's not as fun anymore.
Too exhausted to maintain a life so deep
never been this shallow before.


Filling up on things of the earth,
filling up leaves me empty.
In lives so short things have no worth,
filling up on them corrupts me.


Maybe the answer is people,
the answer to this simple question.
Needing others when I'm feeble,
people, a popular suggestion.

But all people seem to be like me,
we're all stupidly self glorifying.
The way your actions reach out and strike me,
I'm finding my vulnerability horrifying.

The way you say "hello" to me,
but telling me to shutup
like you're eating me
after throwing me up.

Now learning of our twisted desires,
selfish people can't satisfy me or you.
Of all the people who become inspired
those famous aren't those who do it for you.

Travelling on a journey filled with perks
but gifts aren't at the end.
It's somewhere where me, with all my quirks,
will live in a reality, too good for pretend.