Ode to the Unsettled:

I know whats right,
and I don't wanna fight
I just want to go home
I want to go home

I'm stuck between
Two burning trees
When I get out
I'll show you what I'm about

Streetlight Lullaby:

Streetlights keep you up at night,
you're fragile and you're fearing
and only sleeping high as a kite

But you don't even like the morning
When you wake up you wish that you were gone
That you meant nothing to anyone
That your heart was made of plastic
But you know it isn't if you're always laughing

I was standing in the shadows
And I was holding out a hand for you
You could take it
You would give up
Please don't give up

I know you need to step outside
You can do just what you need
and I won't talk about it
I will keep it with all the things we left alone

Shades of a Shifting Spectrum Pt. 1:

It's still a good morning,
I can still the see the sun
and I know it's getting hard but I'm still warm
In its arms, and the shades of a shifting spectrum

When the rest is all set in stone,
And we don't know what to call our own
When my lungs ache and walls break
I'll get what I've known

Skin:

I'll bury you in ink or etch your name into the dirt and watch it rain
New nerves in my skin, new head to keep it in
But I'll tell you a secret
I still get high to numb the mind
To pass the time

Crack of the Pearl:

Today I watched my body fall
From the great woods of my fear
feels good to see you now

I'm from the black, black, black
I made it back, back, back
I'm from the crack of the world
I am the crack of the pearl

Today I saw something pretty
Today I made my mom happy
Feels good to tell you now

I made it back, back, back,
From the black, black, black
I'm from the crack of the world
I am the crack of a pearl

Lucid:

Can you see me now?
I am writing; are you riding out?
Can you see me now?
Are you riding out?

Mirror:

What do you see when you look at me?
Who am I to you, and to everyone else to?
I hope i'm something; I hope i'm more than nothing

Unbroken. I wanna be unbroken,
And confident.
I got the scars to show.

Song for Somewhere:

To pick up where I left off,
there are scratches on the clock,
and I don't feel alright.
I want to be with you tonight
But you've heard that all before
So i'd probably make you bored
But there are roses on your bed
From the blood inside my head.

There's something in my thoughts,
it feels like it's Hell and rot.
I don't know how to put it out,
hear that noise, quiet down.

Am I a comfort in your mind,
or do you forget that I'm there?
Sometimes I think of peace,
but it's not me.

Shades of a Shifting Spectrum Pts. 2 & 3:

I feel clean with you in my head
This shit does gleam with you in my head
I feel clean with you in my bed
This shit does gleam with you in my

Gnaw, the song inside
Draw, shades of paradise
Gnaw, the song inside
Drawing shades of paradise

Can I press this into you?
Can I tell you what I want to?
I won't try to break it in,
This is just what I'm holding

I feel clean with you in my head
This shit does gleam with you in my head
I feel clean with you in my bed
This shit does gleam with you in my bed

Dear beauty, dear love
Dear beauty, little dove
Trust this spirit in me
Trust this spirit in me