melancholic
    the sugar is never too sweet
    and the pepper doesn't sink
    waiting patiently for life to pass
    having faith in what has yet to exist
    a miracle without the drama lies in my bed
    scribbling messages to a lost lover
    waiting for the madness to take effect
    for the pills to sleep and rest
    tomorrow is not the same as yesterday
    there's no use complaining
    puddles and bloodstains can't drown out the smoke
    the clouds roll before they fall

    a feeling without definition
    a light without switch, constantly on
    constantly on
    yelling and creaming
    calling and praying
    waiting and waiting
    leading a life that is not your own
    it's all they had to offer
    where did i put the magic i stole?
    this isn't all of it
    there was more
    i remember there was more to it all

    the hand reaches out
    the mouth remains open
    sleep is not an option
    but is regretted in the morning
    medicines, spoons, and devils
    won't get you off the ground
    turn off the empty fire
    don't blame it on reality
    that's what they told me
    someone did

    where is the feather you showed me
    the ringing is not in my ear

    you said you liked your coffee strong
    but it drank you all too quickly
    stumbling, buzzed, and tipsy
    crawling in circles with corners to spare
    speaking and grasping at open air
    where is it
    where is it
    it was never there
    just a hopeless feeling for the patient
    suns rise to fall and break on the pavement
    but its not all the same
    none but yours will make the choice
    the hear the words, but not the noise
    they'll think twice, until they're done

    laying down
    waiting for the wind
    to drop, carry you away
    what time is it?
    it feels late
    did you remember to close the gate?
    i hope you did
    don't let them in
    they're corrupted, quiet, and covered with sin