I Created a Dream... Or. At Least It Created Me.

Concrete lungs,
caving in from a night of little bits of lust and lies.
I vaguely saw,
the little monsters growing greater inside my fathers eyes.

I took a breath,
while my child like vessels gently began to squeeze.
I soon realized,
that a quiet heart attack is exactly what I need,

To grow up fast,
and become the young man with a firm noble grip.
It's all the same,
especially when you don't even steer your own ship.

Away from the grave,
that you built for yourself,
is it really that hard?

I crept inside,
It was dark but only because I turned off all the lights.
I felt the cold,
brush against my weary arms, vision is no longer right.

I stepped outside,
laid there for a while until I could finally see,
The sunset rise,
a million miles never felt so good, my lungs could finally breathe

The air of the earth felt so heavenly,
like the very first time.

Waking up never felt so good, to me before.
Who knew it'd be the best thing, to honestly adore.
Forget the things that bring hopelessness and regret.
I swear if you show me great then I will show you my best.

Waking up never felt so good, to me before.
Who knew it'd be the best thing, to honestly adore.
Forget the things that bring hopelessness and regret.
I swear if you show me great then I will show you my best.