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Good Morning/Good Evening Pt2

I'm needing something to help with the beating
I'm needing something to help with the bleeding
With lions, tigers, morality fighters on the whole misunderstood
I get the feeling that they're trying to extend my anguish
Pulling shouldn't from the should
"Why can't you just be happy with the scraps we throw your way"
"You're always second to us" that we hear everyday

I need a reason, I need a reason to be here continuously
I need a reason, all this treason help make me not want to believe
With my forgettable eyes and my forgettable face
Full of forgettable lies, such a forgettable waste
I need a reason all my needs and needs and needs...

I'm taking journeys and packing it lightly
Creating visions and igniting them nightly
Through troubled seasons, if I need a reason, need to find one for myself
I get the feeling it's the only way to stop from going on and on and on and on

I need a reason...

A Reason

What you thought was heaven just showed its skin
Shaving off revealing what you thought had been a promised land
Something of a question to your counter pain, what a shame
No one ever can complain and never in your wildest nights
Is any given day the same
How do you pull when you carry yourself
They have no names but they promise loads of wealth

But this is not Venice and the rules are not the same
No, this is their premise and your loss is just their gain 
Oh well, oh well, so you gave all but your name
Oh well, oh well, so you'll play again, pay again, stay again

Welcome to the dish it out hour
This is some bitter sour badge of honor and
How do you like the artificial dawn
Stay powerful and young yet away from the sun
If somewhere else is more accepting maybe that's where you should run

But this is not venice...

This Is Not Venice

It's 5 in the morning I'm wiping my eye
It bogs down my pride to be living the lie
We try to get over, we try to abstain
In worlds where uncommon rules under the plain
I still remember every sweet thing you said
But the last words that i heard hit me right in the head

But I miss you and I miss your eyes and I lost you and i fantasize 

It's stricken a nerve where I thought they were numb
It's sickening sweet what I thought could be fun
It's hard to remain upright when it's revealed
The way you saw me, the heat that you'd feel
And all I can do is lay down in this waste
And take my mind out of this miserable place
And recall how I secretly wanted to melt
When engaged by you, when agreed to be held

But I miss you...
But I miss you and i miss your smile and i want you and I'd drive for miles

I still remember every morning we woke
All with these splendid hands that held the end of the rope

The tears in my pride and the clog in my heart
The mess that you left in the trail of my parts
The death on my pillow, the screams in my head
Foolish of me to believe I could set
All your good morning and all your good evenings
All of your wantings and all of your needings
Just as i suspected, not want to assume
I become nothing and you have no more use for me

And I miss your eyes

But I Miss You

I prefer the isolation, so leave me the fuck alone
I'd rather have isolation, so get the fuck away

These people let me down, don't think you're an exception
They act like clowns, and I don't favor that reception

I prefer the isolation...

I prefer the isolation because alternatives are few
We all strive for that acceptance so the pressure is nothing new

And when it comes my turn, and then you turn away
I'd rather have not seen anything then to have to remember the loss of your face

I prefer the isolation...

Isolation

Are you doing this right
Because I know you haven't found it yet
Are you sort of slipping because you're seriously low

But I haven't got assurance
And I haven't got a track
And i haven't got but one ambitious knack

Are you taking it alone
So now it's on your shoulders
Are you watching it grow
Just like a surge that once was in you
I felt that surge
Horrified but I'm watching it grow
And though my shoulders are weak
I can take it alone

So I take another breath
And I take another drink
And I realize how little all this means

Not just low but lonely
Slipping on an upward slide
And no I haven't found it
And I don't know if I'm doing this right

Maybe you were meant to be there
Because I know you haven't found it yet.

Isolation

PatrickBoothe