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Status: Single
City: St. Petersburg
State: Florida
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/10/2005
Thursday, August 27, 2009 
sleeping habits

mother is going for her morning job
as i am finally slipping into my hidden thoughts
my lights come on just as they should go off
no one is there when i am ready to talk
i'm ready to talk

the comforts here are just like the clouds
but i must find the comfort in my walls
i want to sleep for ever and play outside at the same time
they say that the sunrise is nice but i gotta sleep off my panic

we pick the time of the sun 
as our common place to look at the world
we store this energy in the time of no color
they're right and i'm wrong and i got to find the time

just maybe there's more to this than just that
i know that i'm wrong and i know that i just got to try it
cuz my lights come on just as they should go off
and no one is there when i am ready talk
i'm ready to talk

wake me up

jimmy dove

little jimmy was another creation another newfound love people run people fight just to get a sight of little jimmy dove hey, used to being lonely? I know a thing or two about it those days ago when we were so lost without a feeling got a little something extra for your body itll do you well make you feel good, make you feel right and by the end of the night youll be hanging from the moon and making friends with the stars my brain is feeling strong i know it won't be long before what jimmy said comes true he leaves me clues gotta little something extra for your body do you well make you feel good make you feel right and by the end of the night youll be hanging from the moon and making friends with the stars

kissing minutes

try not to tell me anything i don't already know
steal limits for surprises
make legacies for shows

you can catch me in the hallways
pressing footprints in the floors
to trace the steps of cosmic creepers
that jump from door to door

when i look inside my body
there is no way to see my heart
all my pieces feel so heavy
people call, "it's time to start"

peering in for sights and smells
but what they'll see they'll never tell
the simple wits to keep us hinged
a universal craving followed by an epic binge

if i have the time i'll be kissing minutes
and saving love for every season
to give me reasons that help me
help me on my way

when i look inside my body
there is no way to see my heart
all my pieces feel so heavy
people call, "it's time to start"

when i look inside my body
there is no way to see my heart
always try to keep things steady
but sometimes things just fall apart


ghosts

the ghost asked in reply,
"did you watch it pass you by? your life"

the monsters under your bed and in your closet 
are in your head
you finally gathered your demons
they finally found a home

but what's to stop them from turning
into millions of evil clones?
reminding your smile 
that it's worth more than your fears

the ghost asked in reply,
"did you watch it pass you by? your life"

cuz it tricks you into believing
that you have all the time that you need

the devil's on display at the local museum
so on his behalf, don't tap the glass

on behalf of the demons
don't be affraid
they want to be our friends
they just want a friend


shells

the flashes from the fire
on the grasses, on their faces
let me know just how i've changed
as the sky is rearranging

i closed my ears for a second
right as the joke, it had stopped
at that very moment
all the hissing, it had paused

we had to keep it going
with whatever we had around us
cuz the light and warmth was dying
on our isolated island

he said to keep it straight
through the swallowing swirls
but the strength of it's will
takes us back to the shells

the shells

shell island!

but the rocks provide a brightness
that aligns the path that guides us
it all seems to have settled
and the three of us are now home.