There are some who call me... Tim?

Of course not

I never was all that

Always two steps from insanity

Never pal around with vanity

My picture hangs awkward

Can't attain your level

Knew I'd never appease you

Sad mixture of spit and glue

Still onward I try

Throwing darts at metal

Nothing will ever stick

And the thought makes me sick

Mist hanging on mountaintops

On a cloudy day with rain

My own mind is foggy

And my soul drenched in pain

I'm sparce of words and empty

A connection has been hushed

The storm washed my hope away

And my spirit has been crushed

Rest that weary brain. Those dark clouds mean nothing, right? Give the soul some sleep. Their path is not your path. You can't change someone's course. You can only guide your own ship through the storms of life. But her lighthouse draws me in. A moth to a porch light on a humid summer evening. Instead of heeding the light's warning I'd smash myself on the rocks of her shore for one brief look into her heart. Is this raw emotion a fatal weakness or just a statement of true desire? In the end it doesn't matter. There are no lifeboats. I'm still a disintegrating wreck with no survivors and no salvage value.

Rest that weary brain. Those dark clouds mean nothing, right? Give the soul some sleep. Their path is not your path. You can't change someone's course. You can only guide your own ship through the storms of life. But her lighthouse draws me in. A moth to a porch light on a humid summer evening. Instead of heeding the light's warning I'd smash myself on the rocks of her shore for one brief look into her heart. Is this raw emotion a fatal weakness or just a statement of true desire? In the end it doesn't matter. There are no lifeboats. I'm still a disintegrating wreck with no survivors and no salvage value.

How much does heartbreak weigh?

This blood pumping organ crumbles so easily

It must be made of light and fragile stuff

But dragging this god damn thing around

It's like always going uphill

There has to be an easier approach

And where the fuck are the walls?

Spent ages planning and building them

They were supposed to protect

A deflection for the pain of a rejection

Well, shit.

Here I am, always hurting

Yet still always yearning

If not right for them or him or her

If not right for you

Then who?

I'm currently taking applications

For the next person to break my heart

How much does heartbreak weigh?

This blood pumping organ crumbles so easily

It must be made of light and fragile stuff

But dragging this god damn thing around

It's like always going uphill

There has to be an easier approach

And where the fuck are the walls?

Spent ages planning and building them

They were supposed to protect

A deflection for the pain of a rejection

Well, shit.

Here I am, always hurting

Yet still always yearning

If not right for them or him or her

If not right for you

Then who?

I'm currently taking applications

For the next person to break my heart

This model is beyond obsolete

No available replacement parts

Runs at least ten times slower

Power it up, it barely even starts

Systems need an overdue update

Showing signs of wear and tear

Screen is cracked and cloudy

Bargain buyers better beware

Wasn't really much good brand new

At least it has a headphone jack

Camera takes low-res blurry photos

You'll never get your money back

Metal link fence

Out of place

In bad taste

Bars of our cells

Everything is unnatural

Keep the grass short

Guard always up

Lights always on

Welcome sign off

Wifi signal is strong

Brain use is weak

They call this living

Doesn't feel like it to me

Stretched too thin

Marred and angry

Pull a little harder

I can take it

Pain only hurts if you are able to feel

And feelings are nothing

Slice a little more off

No, it won't grow back

I just don't give a shit anymore

So, go about your own business

Mine is bankrupt and doors are shut

No longer open

Stretched too thin