conversations cut me with broken glass

walk into the sun screen

all the people we used to meet

walk past supermarkets

witness a forecast but don’t pay the price

dreams buried too deep to understand

conversations cut me with broken glass

faces cutting into imagination

every photograph balanced against the truth

shape every emotion with masquerade

behind every alley burning up control

when instinct feels experimental

the buildings we used to break

empty rooms silent and half-focused

posters on the wall cast my dreams goodbye

notice every detail before we slip away

a doorway where we found hope

broken glass left on the floor

colors…guilt ridden

blue days keep me alive

whispers shaken with disguise

speak in electric tongues

when instinct feels experimental

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls