my house is my haunt that i've claimed to patrol
as i search for something that will fit this hole
my home's interior's etched in my brain
it's likely that here is where i'll lastly lay.

thoughts swirl in my head like cigarette smoke
the self medication which gives you false hope
and that makes you happy, i admit i'm not
but i'd rather suffer than watch cohorts rot.

sacrifice well-being for the off-chance
that you'll find a nice girl to bring to the dance.
to see you achieve inner peace is my goal
and one day i'll look back and smile when i'm old.

those smiles in the future makes all of this worth it
i'll bury this hatchet and never unearth it
'cause i've cut ties with too many that i love
and i have some waiting for me up above.


and when i'm confronted with a hurricane
i focus on the calming sound of the rain.
my passion for people will be my downfall
but i think that's okay if i help along

all those around me that only see dark
but if they looked inside they would see the mark
they leave on the others as they come and go
and how unapolagetically it glows.

and all these connections i crave from my peers
won't be remembered past my teenage years.
but that doesn't mean that i invalidate
all the memories and impacts i make.

the tiger's stripes on the inside of your thighs
serving as tallies for all of the lies
you've been fed in your short time on this earth
don't say a thing badly about your worth.