german shepherds we shall be for thee my lord for thee paws hath ascended forth toward thy hand that us dogs may swiftly carry out thy command so we shall come running forth to thee and teeming with glee shall we ever be in nomine doggy, et filii, et spiritus sancti

Murphy: clean your room

Because that changed it

There is no hope

Look at this, though

These things I wrote

Just last night, laying in bed

Holding onto the tiny thread of

Hope:

And what if I do the same

What if I do it again

Maybe I will get built up

Just for that great crashing down

You hold the bricks

With which you've started building

I beg you, please, love

Be careful when you build me

My bricks and stones are chipped

From the times I've fallen before

So please, please, love

I don't want to fall anymore

The second one:

Tell me, love

What exactly do you want

Tell me all the dreams we share

If we share at all

Tell me if I dream too much

Tell me not to dream of you

If that's really what you want

To deny my dreams overdue

Now I realize.

You don't have to tell me.

I'll turn my back on this broken dream

Unless you tell me, love.

You call me a fool

I realize you're right

And fall off my stool

Drunk on self-loathing

In the bar of regret

Barkeep tells me, go home

I say, not finished yet

I've had quite enough to drink

But I decide, one more

Because it can't hurt to fall in love

Until you fall and hit the floor

But here I am still sitting

Atop my stool, not sober

Look at the person next to me

I knew it wasn't over

The person looks back at me

And of course, who would it be

But the ghost of my own failure

Come back to visit me and see

See how it controls me

Leaves me in the past

Then it walks right out the bar

And another makes the failure last

The ghost of my future

Sits down next to me

Looks me dead in the face

And laughs like something's funny

I get a little upset

Because I'm drunk, and it's laughing

Look it dead in the face

And ask it, what's so funny

In my heart

I know what the fucker's going to say

It's going to tell me

About how I'm wasting my life away

Wasting it chasing hollow dreams

Tells me nothing's as it seems

Nobody left on whom you can lean

So I cry

Just a little

Drunk on my stool, I let a tear go

It falls into the glass filled with my soul

Being drunk away, wasted away

When will it be the end of this day

Look again

Look at my phone

No response

Because she's not home

Look beside me once more

Ghost of the past has gone away

Now, what would there be

But another one to make me pay

It looks me in the eye and says

Something not forseen this day

It tells me:

Don't worry. Quit worrying. You knew, Tyler. You knew that she was too good for you. You know now, that deep down. This may not be the way you want it, but this is the way it was meant to be. Distance is what she wants, you're not the one she wants to see. Get off the stool now. Go home. Swallow your objections, regain your pride, regain happiness and take life in stride. Don't mind the ones before me. Don't be haunted by failure or the past. Don't be tricked by the future. You must know that one day - You will find beauty that wants to find you. Listen to me, and know this is true. You may not see it, but I see it through you. I will leave you, as they all do. Just remember.

Snow melts.

Fire dies.

Earth ends.

Rain dries.

Light fades.