confessions of a scared teenage boy.

i can't see straight,

the lights are blue,

i am racing trains to get home to you.

switching lanes,

timing critical,

your touch tonight is only digital.

i'm missing everything i ever thought you were.

it's all a mirage,

i'm alone in my skin,

i feel the metal caving in.

get ahold of it jack,

you know where you are,

you're stupid and wasted and driving your car.

but wait you can make it,

just a couple more turns.

you'd think since you're older you'd learned.

you're in the driveway,

you're safe tonight,

and the one that you love is closer into sight.

but she won't be there,

she never is,

and inside he knows that she'll never be his.

but why not try?

she's on again,

and again she'll talk but you'll think as a friend.

and maybe we're wrong,

i mean who really knows,

it's up in the air in the way the wind blows.

no, he knows something's wrong,

but he cant quite grasp it,

and it's become his life's work to unmask it.

there's comfort in not sleeping alone.

even if it's just one time?

that'll always be the night she was mine.

but that's not right,

it can't be it,

if that really is the game then i quit.

loneliness eats away,

and the shell thickens to the outside world.

i won't let them get you.

i think you lost track of the task.

it's funny how the mind wanders...