(Adam)

all I wanted to do was just to touch the least sharpened edges of her grin
but when they say that chicks dig scars they meant they started with fresh skin
lesson learned and yet I beg to repeat the question ignoring the obvious answers
as now the tiniest of dancers trade point shoes for razors and tap out the damage

hand over fist, open palm kisses this arms race left sneaker prints on my wrists
tandem in nature, the flipping of switches that often would lead the to ripping of stitches
persistently shifting positions the dissonance gripping my chest has refused to desist
and I'm clumsily dropping my breath into clutches of angels no demon can swear to resist

how awful is this? I'm flailing my arms for translucent beings that I'm not sure exist
trailing the coat tails of shadows down alleyways, rabbit holes, rivers, and mountains of brick
my queen of hearts shrieks with a terrible temper, her shoulder blades pressing my throat when i speak
and the residue left on my fingertips serves as a painful reminder it wasn't a dream

redeemed by the beating of hearts as my chest collects bruises in twos through the worst of the drama
my violent design, defective at best wasn't born with enough wrists to slit in her honor
haunt me no longer cursed apparition as i exorcise my right to justify wrongs
while the subsequent plucking of petals has left me across two unbearable nails in the palms

(Chorus)

she loves me not


(Joshua)

I keep scampering to conclusions, personified, rallying treason to march,
Battling flu season, rash & dry-heaving behavior is nature just leaving her mark,
I can't shake her off, broken etch-a-sketch heart,
Conscious, making an effort to fake from the start,
'Til science is wronged, inviting a minor setback in the hope that some lines will be crossed,

Thoughtless reason, I'm caught in a maelstrom of balancing acts,
I through IV, highly claustrophobic alcoholic, who drinks in the dark & sulks,
Jump to scene 2: no intermission or breaks, car chase,
With a leap of faith, huffin' the fumes,
Possession of emptiness, cruisin', utilizing 9/10 of the law to its fullest,

'Til the engine consumes me, call it payback for the fuel I've discarded,
Along with a strongarm for harmful advancements since recently learning that I was lefthanded,
Goddamnit, I'm scratching my chest in attempts to arrest developmental progress of sewing my death,
Hemming the corners, can't stomach the seems,
Has me outgrowing notions of gust in my wings,

Touching debris as it shatters upon that gravity bong filled with hundreds of dreams,
Tunnel vision on leaves, once green - now decay,
Get sucked of their lifeforce then crumble away,
You're all just like me - no different or stronger, a goner whose head's too thick to guillotine,
Give us your weak, your sick & depressed,
We'll use 'em to feed the rich & the rest...

(Chorus)

she loves me not