acoustic 1

the night shines
like it's the middle of the day
and without this all being so horrible
i think i'd actually believe.

heads filled with hazy thoughts
circling round and round this square world
connecting, becoming all
believing from the bottom of this hole.

and yet here we all stand
with the villain in the closet
and the gun in one's hand,
never, ever make eye contact
never, ever make eye contact
the eyes are not a window to the soul
but instead just another pit fall
of sympathy, of believing in something more.

the stars reflect in the eyes
of all those who aspire to do more with their lives
single mothers, drunken fathers,
beaten child,
what more can be done
than to pass a smile from
heads filled with hazy thoughts
circling round and round this square world
connecting, becoming all
believing from the bottom of this hole.

and yet here i stand,
the villain in the mirror,
a long lost man.
it seems every day i become more afraid
of the world and its meticulous, mysterious ways
holding back from touching the stars
grounded by the eyes of this reflection
and though its the middle of the day,
the stars still shine for me,
yes the stars still burn for me.