Route Four

This constant ringing makes me sick. Let's just cut the coated wire of connection, because the whole world doesn't need to be held at our mercy. They leave like the strangers of a subway train. These strangers only travel to get from point a to point b, just like you. I made the mistake of talking to one of these strangers, getting to know one of these strangers. It's getting loud in here; the spark created by the metal on metal contact echoes throughout this train of mine. You pull the bell, it's your stop. Your icy cold stare eats through me as you become one of those strangers. Just like them, you got off at your point b never to be heard from again. Why? People are fleeting. Moments are fleeting. Life is fleeting. Maybe she wants to go, and if she does than I don't need her. Maybe I want to shove the moments we shared into her torn suitcase, but memories are something I can't erase. Maybe life is fleeting, but I'm not going to sit back and watch it slip away from me. You might be gone, but the subway doesn't stop just because you did.

The conductor of route four can't be seduced without a ticket.

Weekends

Those tires are talking now
She can feel the vibrations
And creases are stained yellow

She's in downtown London
The stereos are screaming
And her body temperature's rising

Home is something distant
She is slipping away
And these miles battle years

Everything looks the same here
Everything is so empty

Towers are planted
Signal them
Towers are planted
Signal the rulers of the sky

One, two, three
The red eye is blinking

Towers are planted
Save them
Towers are planted
Save the rulers of the sky

Watch as the pretty lights dance
Red, green, blue, white
They paint this place

The television is talking again
Look at those dirty shoes
And look at their dirty smiles

I want him
I need him
I miss him

It's the weekend
Let's not celebrate it

Weekends just aren't the same without you

Stitches

You're her friend, princess
Hide the truth behind your lies
And face the world with your torn down image

Beat her down, princess
Flaunt what she can't
And take what she has

Center of attention, princess
It's time for another quick fix
And he means nothing to you

You're so fictitious
You could break glass

Suck it up, princess
Let's peel back the layers of your plastic skin
And let's see if you feel something

Break yourself, princess
Cut yourself open
And watch yourself bleed

Don't stitch yourself up though, princess
Lessons in suicide are nothing new for you
And you will never be the same girl from four years ago

Take your pretty pink nails to the tiled walls, filthy whore

Neon Messenger

He is my neon messenger
He is the sign
He is the artist

My slumber is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction

Travel voices, travel
Swim through the static network manufactured by strangers
In this static network sculpted of strangers
You will find me

Drown me voices, drown me
Cut their lifeline
Make them flatline
And leave them silent

It burns, blinds, and incinerates
My mistakes ignite you
And my mistakes ignite me

Your mind is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction

It's so cold in this place
It's so empty in this house
Let the spark flicker
Let the spark spread

I go right
You fall behind
She listened to your silence that whispered weakness
She listened to your silence that whispered love

Maps love you, my neon messenger