I'm wasting me on a wish, a fading memory.
A pipe dream, a pie in the sky black and burning.
If I see you here a lone and you're feeling me,
would you hold me in our bubble?
I can imagine a scene, us in the sea with our bodies quivering
and holding trying to keep our sad souls floating.
It's just me, here a lone and wondering what has come to be.
This angel of mine is in my head, feeding me every line
and freezing you and I into a lovely image that's testing time.
I just hope it will stay cold outside.
Track Name: My Lilly (Sift Through Me)
How could you separate the seam? How could you captivate your heart and clip its wings? Everything could have been a sparkling sunny day dream.
You kept picking at the seam. It wasn't quite as clean of a cut as it had seemed. Now, you've grown a little taller and the pressure is slightly softer. Yet the softness, it provides zero comfort for me.
My Lilly, keep on sifting, sifting through me
Wading thoroughly through me head, picking and choosing what you're using
Roughly purging through my memories, left loosely and causing bruising
I'll be grooming you to grow big, deep inside me my strong Lilly
Track Name: Pretend
If you find me, your significance might be undermined or steep.
I'm happy with my only friends; self-involvement and poor pretend and I never want it to end. Here with me, I have everything I'll ever want or need.
All I'll ever need are the inner-monologues of my dreams.
All I've got to keep in my mind is that I'm doing more than fine, just me.
Track Name: Let Me In
When I ask you if your heart hurts beyond belief, does your head skip a beat? When I see you next, will you need my soul and body, or like god, will you have forgot me?
Will you let me in your head? Will you let me in your bed?
When I ask you if your heart hurts beyond belief, does your head skip a beat? When I see you next, will you save my soul and body? I am more than just a copy.
It's just the way that I feel.
Track Name: Break Away (The Agony)
I think I fell down deep in crater of apathy. I was resting free in self therapy. The moonlight smells so sweet after the sunlight was burning me and catering me as a delicacy.
I slowly slip so steep into the stress that I always keep glittering and fluttering in my vision, so I can see all of the pain that I'll ever breathe. Will it leave? Can you make it leave?
Come on let's slip through the silent sleep.
Come on and break away the agony.