We’re a thousand stories up and I think that I’m in love Destruction, construction, and traffic below, but somehow it’s beautiful Dust floating in the light, pieces of a broken life A figure beside me, I think that you love me, but I’m starting to wake up. Paper Skies Paper Skies Paper skies always on my mind, poke a hole in let your light shine. There’s blood in the mirror from where you shoved my face down You only need one line until you’re sleeping, sleeping around You were mad cause you asked me to try and I said “baby not on your life” The air pollution is much thicker in the clouds, but you’re much too stubborn to try to come down. Paper Skies Paper Skies Paper Skies always on my mind, poke a hole in let your light shine. Now you feel their eyes upon you, now you catch the hate filled stares, now you know what you were looking for, was never really even there.

Hey mister can you help me please, I need something that will save me when I’m on my knees You could be the one with the final say, I need something that will help to keep the demons away There is no one here who’s aware of my design, so please just drive away and I’ll make it worth your time We’re all slowly morphing into what we despise, from Atlanta to L.A. where the demons reside/ You then start the car without a single word, and accelerate quickly into the passing herd We’re all just extras in the same fucking play, I need something that’ll help to keep the demons away I’m doing my best to stay alive getting by, watching everybody else going broke getting high The days turn to blurs, at least tonight is my show I’m sorry for distracting you man, just keep your eyes on the road/ I’m gonna play for five people tonight And it will be the biggest crowd that I’ve ever had Eventually you will get sick of me But thanks for coming out anyhow:) What do you want my art to do? Make you feel like a narcissist too? It was here that I started to contemplate this change/The sudden shift in mindset that comes all too quickly/The thoughts were a rock upon which I stood/But the sea of knowledge eroded it/Upon tasting the forbidden fruit I saw the idols plainly for what they were/And gazed into the apparent unfathomed depths of my own shallow insecurity and found my home/ Hey, who is this person I have become? AND WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH WHO I ONCE WAS? I’m gonna play for five people tonight And then I’m gonna thank God that I have them Eventually you will get sick of me But thanks for coming out anyhow A sense of style’s all you care about, your inner thoughts are within not without, Used to think they all were shallow, realized I’m just hollow, Nothing I do means a thing in the end, all these fools want to do is pretend, Now that’s starting to seem not so strange. You could take it all, take it all, take it all from me I won’t even care, even care, even care at all You could burn it down, hallowed ground, filled with apathy Always I return, just to burn, story’s all the same If I ever make it to the stars I’m gonna tear em down. You could take it all, take it all, take it all from us We won’t even care, even care, even care at all You could burn it down, hallowed ground, filled with apathy Always we return, just to burn, story’s all the same Art no longer art it’s manufactured isolated Sterilized and perfect only made it to be rated Convenience over honesty and everyone’s a sadist We will take everything and this is how we’ll make it... IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. IF I EVER MAKE IT TO THE STARS I’M GOING TO TEAR THEM DOWN. (and you won’t find me singing on this song when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here)

On the brink of insanity. Searing bulbs are judging me. Lose control anytime I speak. I’m not supposed to be here. By and by the time will pass. This just wasn’t built to last. Fever builds inside of me. I’m not supposed to be here. (Preachers to the congregation, can’t you see you’re meaningless, can’t you see you gained the world, hypocalypse now) One plus one now equals three. Choose to match your reality. Body shakes uncontrollably. I’m not supposed to be here. Nooses made from shopping malls. Suffocate beneath the fall. Another stupid negative creep. I’m not supposed to be here. (Preachers to the congregation, can’t you see you’re meaningless, can’t you see you gained the world, hypocalypse now) Hypocalypse now... Hypocalypse now... Hypocalypse now... Steer the flock the other way. What it means I could not say. I’ll impose it silently. I’m not supposed to be here. Lost all feeling circumcised. Why the fuck does Jesus Christ, Need to take so much from you? You’re not supposed to be here.

Hello everyone my name is daniel, this is a song I wrote called the poet... I love you more than life itself, but I don’t know what you see in me. I have nothing I can offer you... You should listen to your mother, she knows best. Frightening vistas of silken silver, on the mist rides a silent scream. There’s so much left unsaid to who, pulled me up and dragged me down again. All I can do is write sad love songs for you... And then cry in the middle of the night. All I can bring is a broken heart that can barely sing... But it sings for you, it sings for you. I hate myself, and I’m blind and I need help, but I don’t think you can help me see. I’ll be going far away soon... You know that I won’t let you revel in my mess. Honesty took a taller toll than I assumed, but I’ll climb it all so as not to lead it on. There’s still so much I can’t say to you, but it’s better to feel it now than for you to feel it too. All I can do is sing the great love songs for you... And then I’ll whine cause I can’t write quite like they do. All I can bring are narrow words in broken keys... But the door swings wide, the door swings wide, the door swings wide.

Killing ground poised to be a break from monotony, an imposter standing tall with his back against the wall/ Looking for somebody to blame Somebody to bury the shame Wouldn’t surprise you to learn this isn’t a place you’ve earned/ Now your feet are filled with lead but you’re not sure if they’re dead, wasting your life away just to find a pretty lay/ She doesn’t care for you You know she sees through Call yourself a fan, you’ve never even heard of the band/ (Who are you to judge me? With your guitar bought by your daddy. It’s all so petty... You think you’re so pretty) You think You think you’re so pretty. You were there/I felt you scream/You always were so/Much bigger than me/But now it’s changed/All changed around/Show your face again/I’ll run you out of town/ The decibels/Damaged my brain/But it’s funny how/You don’t remember it that way/In retrospect/It’s funny how/You never really know/What you were talking about/ You’re so, you’re so, you’re so petty! You’re so, you’re so, you’re so petty! Petty... Petty... (Who are you to judge me? With your guitar bought by your daddy. It’s all so petty... You think you’re so pretty) Ooooh Ooooh Ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin'-

I step outside Proudly bask in the secondhand smoke My friend you’re across from me savoring a cigar I look to the sky and implore the stars for guidance But they don’t say a word. We’re not that different you and I So why you always gotta act like we’re so far apart all the time You can just be honest, there’s nothing too it, nothing more for you to analyze Fucker you know it as well as I. I roam the streets at night leering at the leprous eyes Hear the tolling of the bells, wish I was somebody anybody else It’s not a mystery to me, every miser misses out A locked door missing a key Can’t seem to find the way out. Put on Daniel Johnston Sit cross legged on the floor Wonder what he was thinking If he ever found something more Did he keep his wonder? Did he find his purpose? Did he find peace within himself? Can they hurt me? Can they hurt me? They showed no mercy when he needed help... I want to kill you! I-I think I need some time alone. Head back to the hotel, and space out until I’m grown I’m not prepared for this I hoped I was but know I’m not I see what it did to you, finally finding what you sought. Filling the hole Completion of the goal You made it... Now what? (I see you living there I know you care You are not happy here But I know you’re still there)

Shit.. Give me a chance to come clean I know you think you understand But your pity is wasted on me And it’s not as easy as it seems You hate me for what I don’t got And you love me for who I am not 32 voicemails without me you are doing just fine You felt the need to repeat it four times (Put me down I want to see your face As I claw my way Out of this embrace) Never let go of your dreams Just quietly remain asleep They’ll rob you in the night As long as you leave on a guiding light It’s something I never knew I needed I never realized my life could be completed Now I can’t imagine living without And this thing has consumed me from the inside out (Hold me down I want to see your face As I claw my way Out of your embrace)

Dear beloved friend, I hope you're doing well. It's been months since last we spoke, but that's my fault. I can feel you growing away. I can feel myself growing apart. I saw that you got engaged last week, congratulations! You look so happy together. Your eyes glow and your smile is genuine. You seem utterly alive. I am not a confrontational person and it's kind of difficult for me to express or explain stuff like this. But I'm going to say it anyway. Remember when we talked late at night for hours? Remember the text I sent you said you read and reread? I remember the feeling of staying up till it was light out and just talking about our hopes and dreams? I still think about that sometimes. I remember you said my poetry seemed sad, and maybe that's because I know my own heart and how this was all likely to play out. Fuck it. Remember when we were talking, and you slipped? You had said things before, but this was- you said you liked shutting me down emotionally. I was shocked by how blunt you were as you continued, but each word stayed in my skull and ricocheted around. Your honey was always laced with poison as it dripped from your sweet tongue into my ear... Always had to walk on eggshells around you because you had lashed out before. You always knew exactly how to hurt me. It was like magic, and I already thought I deserved it. I always have, and still do. But I digress. While I was making sure to never say something wrong, you knew I couldn't uphold my own boundaries and so you casually stepped over them countless times. In the name of just being honest. Well, I think I should try that for once. Your eyes look dead. Windows to a soul that doesn't exist any longer. The smile you wear is the fakest I've ever seen, at least since the last time I saw you. I truly hope you found someone better suited to what you need. You discouraged me at every turn my friend. No matter what I did it was never good enough for you. You crushed my spirit and spat upon my soul. But now you're gone, and I see the path I've chosen. I'm going to make it where I want to be without you, and you're going to have the pleasure of watching. Once you told me you saw right through me. That I needed you like an addict needs their fix. That when you leave me, I would pine away for you for the rest of my meaningless life. That you knew I would always love you no matter how you treated me. I think it was your way of letting me know you knew exactly how wrong what you were doing was... and a few months since I broke up with you and the hatred has cooled down till nothing remains but a dispassionate pity. In the end I am saying nothing. Nothing I have to say is of any importance, because I'm going to burn this, and you will never read it. If I cannot have my existence validated by my impact on the people around me, perhaps I can't be sure I exist at all. But you know I do. And that's good enough for me. This was bitter, but I wish you the best. Goodnight my love, and goodbye.

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Shapes distort and turn away, not all is as it seems to be Take my hand and follow me, past the dream reality Pass throughout and sink within, probe the alligator’s skin Tylwyth Teg is losing Gwin, water waits in the wineskin I can see it getting clearer every day, but it’s okay, but it’s okay... I can feel it growing nearer every night, but it’s alright, but it’s alright... I can see you lying there, eyes closed in a blank stare A starfish on the floor, and your brain cries out for more Do you think that you can be, exactly who you want to be I’m not quite ready, I’m not quite ready... And I’ll never be... I’m a pandering thief Out and begging on the street But I can’t contain it any longer And the creature’s growing stronger. As the sun stands in the sky So flows the moon in its time I can’t contain it any longer The creature’s growing stronger. I see you getting clearer every day, but it’s okay, but it’s okay... I can feel you growing nearer every night, and it’s alright, yeah it’s alright.

Welcome in, enter now this house of sin. My mirror is my best friend when I cry it never laughs at me. If I fell in love with my depression would it then leave me too? Isn’t it sad how I keep believing you’ll change your mind and love me back. I think it’s sad that I keep believing, but you’ll live your life and turn your back. I’M OKAY!! I’M JUST FINE! Welcome in, enter now this house of sin. My mirror is my best friend when I cry it never laughs at me. There’s bloodstains in the carpet, I’m awake with shackles on my feet. The world wants to teach me a lesson right before it kills me too. Soon I’ll be mad that you’re the hero in another person’s story and not mine. Aren’t you mad that we keep believing in something that can never bring us back. I’ll show you one day (I’m okay) I’ll you one day (I’ll be here) I’ll reach you someday (in this house) I’ll reach you someday (I’ll tie it down) Maybe one day he will understand... Maybe one day she will understand... Isn’t it strange how one can be so in love yet so alone? Laughter echos in the halls, shadows stretch across the walls, faded paint streaks across the room, yellow paper in a bloodred tomb, a place to let loose your frustration, at unrealistic expectations, loneliness, betrayal, confusion, apathy, stress, and delusion. You won’t find monsters under your bed, monsters are sleeping inside of your head. It seems this dream isn’t really a dream cause I’m awake. Lurking angelic being my mind to break. Filled with paranoia and apathy, disassociating from reality.

I get off at a quarter to nine and I hate my job and the people around me. Play pretend every hour of the night but I don’t see how I’m really here. I don’t see what you see in me. I just stare blankly into the warmth of nowhere. Turn left into the right of way, found peace in the words I’d meant to say Pull it back like a gun, your head looks like too much fun So I’ll say- (Push it back you’re getting to me I lost the words I’d meant to say)x3 push it- I try to bend and contort my lungs into a more desirable shape. But nothing that I do could change the way you see me, and nothing that I say could change the way I see myself, and I can’t feel a thing. Can you see me crying out for you? CAN YOU HEAR ME CRYING OUT FOR YOU? Can you hear it in the back of the room? I’m completely instable... Cause stability is fucking boring. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take much more of- Cracks in the windowpane, blood on the windowsill, hair clogging all the drains, kill it I know you will. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t take much more of this. One day I am going to make it, but it’ll be a creeping ascension You’ll be able to look back cause you knew me before I became an asshole I am an ironic hipster, I am the truly great pretender Like Cain belonging nowhere, neurotic and utterly alone.

I see you Looking back at me I love your eyes, I love your eyes I need you to choose between them and me What are you going to do? When you’re at the end of your rope. I Love Your Eyes I could get lost in them... And you said- No. You fucking don’t. You don’t love me. You don’t need me. You don’t see me. You don’t know me. I love Your eyes And you said No you don’t. The axe The axe The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.

I wanted a clear cut ending, something full of meaning, Someplace we don’t need to run, someplace where we’re done with all of this/ But life insists That it’s much too complex And my shadow’s stretched behind/ And I can’t feel a thing And I can feel a thing And I can feel a thing I can’t feel a thing I don’t feel a thing I don’t feel a thing now I don’t feel a thing I don’t fear a thing I don’t fear a thing now I don’t fear a thing And I don’t fear a thing anymore And I don’t feel a thing And I can’t fear a thing I wanted a clear cut ending... Something full of meaning... But now it’s rusted with the rain... Pierce my paper skies I see through my lies Pierce my Paper skies I see through my lies Take me with the tide I see eye to eye Pierce my paper skies