I forgot how freaking amazing 'Fight Club' is.

I just...don't have the strength right now.

It...hurts.

Would anyone be terrible surprised if I said I was depressed?

Red and Green

I see such vivid layers of frustration.
Why must thing be so?
It's not like this or that
it's just really us.
Or is it me pretending to be you
while I pretend to just be me?

It's not like ever really knew,
knew what we were getting into.
Life started flying
Life started falling
and everything we had
is everything we got.

I wish things could be simple,
that I could just shut up
and be quiet long enough
for You to be happy.
It's like every utterance
just brings us back to this place.
A vivid visual trap
that could close so casually.

Why does it have to feel so shallow?
It's like everything I fought for
was this casual careless parade.
Painted red like the gallows,
there is no open door
and no charming voice to dissuade.
It's just us, us standing here
and wondering what might be next.

I feel it burning in me,
so deep and long.
I can't drink to quench the burning
and it's just another long night.
Everything I open my eyes
I want them shut
just so I don't have to see You.

Night Time Cafe

It's not like I started out the night knowing we would be here.
It's not like I started out my life knowing where I would be.
Any other day we could have met and simply passed,
and yet here with sincere bated breath we wait.

Any other day in my life could have had me walking,
passing the other way not realizing
not feeling how incomplete being me could be.

We don't have enough time for bad metaphors
and me to pander to just me.
Not just another series of notes,
You, it's You I'm trying to write about.
Just forget me enough to write this note
and hope something happens.
That maybe Your door will open
and maybe just maybe everything will be.
Just like it should be.