string of words i cant tie together

is there anyone home?

is my head an empty hole?

did the bullet go through?

do i know?

i'll have your sympathy and wrap it up tight

and kill you with it at night

it's a thing to feel but another to care 

the best years are the ones i never lived 

and every future tense is a promise i cant give

a coward not even god could stomach

is there a rhythm to my lies

does my obsession rhyme 

im always in my head

the world is a dream

my mind is the only reality

i keep sleeping to come back home

there's no comfort in this house

made with concrete walls

my bones are the ones i know

i'll never reach the peak

im just every other boy with a pen and half a heart

to melt off the coldness in me you'll have to gather every star in the milky way

melt it off until i orbit you

you are the aftermath of staring at the sun

my words sound better on your lips

so lick them before you spit

i like them shiny enough to see myself

after ive kissed you with the liquor on your shelf

im not gonna pretend to worship your love

im only good giving back

not giving you want you want

i could love you like the movies

i could try

but these words only serve to keep you up at night