Lights out

It was the hot time,
and something inside of my room
still paints me blue.

I think it's right:
if you used to grow up sad
you have to know how to fix your head.

Still didn't get his letter,
do you think it's better
leaving me all shattered
right on the floor?

Do you think you know me?
You should've made it glowing,
but instead you just hit,
where it hurts the most.

It hurts.

Don't look at me like I'm
the trouble maker, who just obfuscates.
I know all my facts, highest stakes, cruelest grins that I'm faking.
I just hope you're not thinking of closure.

I guess I overanalyze.
Have to find the peace in my yard (in my healing)
to shake it off my back, shaking hands off my barbed wired heart (still it's beating).
I'm just waiting for your storm .

I should've been more straight, talk gibberish while reeling.
Should've find happiness in the way that I'm healing (and my fates, that I'm sealing).
I just hope you're not preparing for leaving .

Maybe you were screaming.
I think I could hear it.
I'm ten point ten when it comes
to act like it's okay.

I was the swindler sinner.
Who am I to get sad?
I'm the one to bear it
and I think, that's okay.

All I want is knowing
you want to make it glowing.
I'll fight the darkness away
second time around.

You would take my hand and
I would be the better.
Better than I ever
seen in the lights out.

Light out.

(Don't turn the)

Lights out.

I know you say I don't have to change myself.
Being me means being always someone else.
Swirling, storming, but who am I without this
love, that you push aside to get to me?

You're around.
Oh, you disappear.

Oh, I believe your blue eyes.
I believe your crooked smiles.
What do you think about
the moment lights went out?

We are legendary.
My pains hereditary.
Would you chose me over
hundred time around?

You'll say we're temporary.
I'll stay sedentary
till the withered winter
turns the lights out.

Don't you make this distance
break my old persistence?
Don't you switch the switch off?
Don't you turn the lights
out?