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Jonny: I’ve been waiting for the day when I’ll ask and be answered cause I’ve never heard a good one. Why is this song backwards?
Yeah there I go again asking myself a question I can’t explain like a crashing plane.
Such a disaster.
Plaster the walls with the things that you’re missing like the point. All my joints have cracked just like my back.
Cause I’ve been picking it up and bringing it around in a backpack.
Blackjack minds like mine don’t get a damn thing done.
Productivity. Maybe missing the point was the first step to success. Ignorance is this: when you miss what’s right in front of your face.

Can’t reach the bar?
Maybe that’s because you’ve been putting the bar in the wrong place.

Sometimes I fear that I’ll hit the grave alone or that God on his throne can’t know the unknown.
But honestly how could I know that God doesn’t know something?
how could I know there’s anything to be unknown?
Cause maybe God could make the unknown shown to himself like a beggar or a blind man.
Now I’m getting ahead of myself like I thought I might.
I’m still missing the point
like a washed out human
Still searching for it but never making progress.
Still working for it but never seeing all this.
Still asking how do I even know which point to miss?
Now this is another question and I don’t have an answer for it.
Maybe missing the point wasn’t the point at all.
Maybe the point is the pride you grab before a fall.
Maybe I got your head to bounce off the wall.

Maybe the truth will be the end of it all.

Ben: I’m so afraid of things being different then they were yesterday,
so afraid of telling you “I don’t feel the same way today.”
Sometimes I think that maybe my life will never be the way it was.
Sometimes I think the best we had is now all said and done.
Like nothing way off in the future will ever compare to what now is our past.
Cause it’s over now. Its behind us and I see what a mistake to think it would last.
People they change and I’m talking to Satan.
I’m begging he leaves me alone,
asking you “why can’t you love me enough to make my home your home?”
Because my hearts the same. You owned my shame.
You told me I was different.
And when I broke down you held my hand. You told me to get through it.
I was losing it.
We were losing it.
Confusing it.
Diffusing it.
So please let me know if I’m hating myself too much or just enough.
You’re holding my hand but it’s too late. I’m already way too far gone.
A smile, a laugh, its not enough. At least it never was for me.
A friend is all I needed and a friend is all you gave me. It helped a bit but still I hated it.

Why can’t you save me?

Hate for myself enslaves me. You drove away. I’m waving.
One more chance. I’m begging for a love that never lived,
a heart that was all yours and a pain that was all mine:
a pain I felt was so divine,
a pain you took away,
a pain that was literally everything to me,
everything I ever needed,
everything I ever wanted,
ever hated.
I always waited, my feelings naked. Tonight I’m wasted.
Tonight I tasted a little piece of what could have been forever
but really it don’t matter.
I hope this made me better

and next time I don’t mess it up quite this much.

This sadness is enough for the both of us so I’m sorry if I left any of it behind with you.

Jonny: These thoughts(thots) are not my enemies.
These thoughts(thots) are not my friends.
These thoughts(thots) are the things I’m forced to deal with.

When I’m alone its just me and them.