Infallible Freedom

I'm so scared of falling I'm so scared of falling in love What makes this time any different Another dead end dreamer One more time I've tried One more gifted liar Do I jump or stay behind Left alone, alone inside Safer here with my heart intact If I give, will you hand it back I'm just scared how you will react If I jump and you step back Is this worth the heartache Photos burn in my hand Is this what it's like, taking chances Like an hourglass without sand One more broken goodbye One more strong man crying x I'm so scared of falling I'm so scared

I've been staring at the sun I'm the naive one This world has got to go But what do I know Is this the end of us, tonight Did the world just give up That's right I've been counting down from ten Not much time left then The space left in between That's what I mean Is this the way we fall, tonight Did the world try at all That's right

It's been too long since I last saw you here I can't believe it's been three years Here you are standing next to me How you been. Whatcha doing now that life Has been moving on Me. I'm Okay. But seeing you now. I'm doing great. And I love how you're living for you. And I love how your dreams are coming true. But secretly I wish that it was you and me. It's been this long. You haven't left my mind at ease. Why'd you always have to leave. Why can't you just stay with me. All I want's that heart of yours to see my own. Begging you to make this one its final home. You kiss my hand and say goodbye. I wish that you could read my mind. It's been too long since I last held you here. I can't go on knowing what we had was love. I let it disappear. How's this work. How'd this happen to the ones That were meant to be. Yeah. I'm okay. But seeing you now. I'm about to break. But I love how you're fighting it all. And I love how ...

It's Sunday morning I'm wide awake I watch the sunrise Across the lake I touch the water My breath escapes I can't help thinking Is it today I close my eyes and take a breath I dive in deep, don't care how far I'm going The dark surrounds me I can't stop now. I dont know how, I'll ever make it home in time to see you Walk away from me I'm on the driveway I'm in my truck I watch the front door Open up Your eyes are hurting My breath escapes I let the tears fall As you walk away I close my eyes and take a breath I turn the key, don't care how far I'm going The dark surrounds me I can't stop now. I don't know how, My heart can tell my head that I just watched you Walk away from me I wish I knew what I said Our silence killed in the end Our love was lost in the slow fade I know there's nothing to say I just hate feeling this way If I could do it again I'd close my eyes and take a breath I'd run to you, don't care how far I...

I swore you wouldn't like me My daddy raised me tough Taught me how to take a hit And how to throw a punch Little rough around the edges That girl that likes to dream The one no one remembers But it don't matter to me. Here we are. Lying on our backs. Counting all the stars. Here we are. It's never felt so perfect, to hold you in my arms. But I can't forget that day. That goodbye. Let go. Turn around and walk away. You'll be my Texas boy someday. My momma always told me That sharing shows your heart But right now sharing you with her Is tearing me apart. I never should've started To show you how I felt But everytime you look at me I start to melt x I fall asleep to whispered words inside my head Thinkin I'll wake up and see you sleeping there instead. Just one more day and one more prayer I've prayed And there it goes. My dream replays. x You'll be my Texas boy someday

There I was. Driving home on my rocket. It was night, and it was dark. As dark as night's usually are. Unusally low clouds rolled over my head, threatening to settle over that forgotten stretch of highway. Threatening to release their pent-up frustration on me. I tightened my grip on the throttle and bend my wrist back. Dull pain cursed the nerves where I had snapped the radius a few years back, but the steady, slow pump of adrenaline that coursed my pulsing veins absorbed the cramp and left my heart skipping beats. My engine spoke sweetly beneath me, begging for more. I complied, opening the throttle another half inch. The wind grabbed my hair and lashed at my neck. I crouched on the tank's smooth design as the overhead air rumbled with an omniscient presence. My mirrors lit with heavens fireworks, screaming at me to give up and let nature take what's left of me. The air became thick and heavy. I was drinking oxygen through a straw. Constant thunder seemed to drive gravity...

"Think like a man of action. Act like a man of thought." I heard a man once say. I think, given the power, I'd be one of those people that takes criminal justice too far. It's like I've got a tube in my arm. A slow, continuous drip IV of the red pill. The older I get, the more I see the world is not the beautiful place I thought it was as a child. People are only afraid of you if you are able to see past what they want you to see, through to the glimpses of nothing but evil desires that are dying to get out. "This city is afraid of me. I've seen it's true face." But I don't think anyone would touch me, even if I did. People aren't that stupid. They know their actions will only confirm their blackened motivation. They quietly wait for the next pre meditated move. Whether it be theirs. Or mine. Doubt would cloud everything in me. Disappointment is an inevidable product of any means I would choose. So, where do we go from here? Do I get to ...

I just sat down with a steaming caramel latte. I inhaled the rich, enticing aroma of my extra shot of espresso and sighed. Coffee's just not the same in North America. There's filtered, and then there's overly flavored so people can say they drink coffee without actually doing so. No one really goes beyond that and explores the exuberant variety that Australia so graciously offered me. But here, one is too black, the other is mostly sugar. Of course, that's all a matter of opinion. I've had to find ways of compromising without paying two grand for a nice machine myself, or being trouble for any barista who has already had to deal with impatient, nitpicky customers all day long. I reached for the procurable newspaper in front of me and flipped through the Saturday special. Under top news there it screamed. "Vigilante Justice Rears Its Ugly Head". I leaned forward in my chair. Whenever I hear that word, only one thing comes to mind. Rorschach. The psychotic ...