They call me bright-eyed.
They say I'm witty.
I seem to exceed the limits.
But don't be fooled,
I'll always fly under the radar.
Your radar.

It was the same old nightmare last night,
The same faceless crowd.
I don't know if it frightens me,
Or makes me more confused.
I wish I hand a hand to hold.

I saw a Beetles poster I aim to buy,
Not because I'm in for the hype, or flash.
I want it because it's simple,
Just like their music.
It's just the four of them walking across a street,
They tell it like it is,
There's no hair or make-up.
Just a moment of a journey,
Perserved forever in time.

Today was like spinning in circles,
When I stopped everything around me still moving,
So unclear.
Awkward I am.
Smooth you are.
We just can't put two and two together.

maybei'mjustmeanttowander.




Bedhead.

I'm writing to you again,
I can't sleep.
I spent my weekend in a car.
Seven hours there,
Seven hours back.
These dark lines may never fade at this rate.

There is some kind of feeling that posseses you,
When you are somewhere alien.
It leaves you excited, yet lonely.
I sat with my head pressed against the window,
I watched as we passed feilds of yellow and green.
Micheal Buble's "Home" reverberating through my head.
Like Charlie, I felt infinte.

It's raining now,
The droplets are beating against my roof.
What a late night tap dance.
Thunder is making my windows shake.
I wish you would.
It's raining to the beat of my heart,
Or maybe my heart is beating to the rain.

toolatetobealone

I have so many things I need to get straight,
I've got it all jumbled up.
Somehow I've garbled up my purpose.
I want to be too good to be true,
But know I never will be.
I'll figure it out,
Go ahead and put you r money on me,
I promise not to let you down.
Just promise to believe.



Bedhead.

I spend too much time telling you how I feel.
I spend too much time hanging you by a string.
So, today I will give you some suggestions.
Take notes baby, this is gonna go pretty fast.

Hop on a plane and ride into a sunset,
Believe me when I say it's a sight you won't soon forget.
Watch closely when the reds and oranges meet to make that one shade of gold,
That one shade you'll never find elsewhere on this canvas called "life".
Breathe in, and don't look away till it burns.
It's ok that five minutes later you still see spots.

Go sit in the grass, early in the morning,
Too early to be awake.
And when the birds begin to sing and the morning glories bloom,
Remember what it felt like to be a simple little child,
When moments like this felt like everything.

Run in the rain, when it's pouring down so hard you cannot see.
Let go of what holds you back and know,
That each time your foot hits the ground,
It's another step on the path to find yourself.
Let the rain wash away what you wear on the outside.
Rain is too honest for masks.

You get all that?
I know you did.
Dreams are made by kids like me,
But it's those people like you that live them.
You know it's true.


you'remydream.




Bedhead.

That boy spins words like the world counts on it.
Mine does.
You fight the media, and I'll fight my mind.
Forget the people who say we're fighting a losing battle,
It's not over till we give up.
You're as real as this headache.

They call you the golden boy.
I'm known as diamond eyes.
We're like superheroes who have forgotten their powers.
Such a let down.
Too much to live for,
Too little to die for.
I've got a foothold on yesterday,
And you've got a grasp on tomorrow.
But what about today?

stoprunningincirclesyou'remakingmedizzy.

He said I had no imagination,
I beg to differ.
He's not seen my nightmares,
He's not seen you.
I'm underestimated,
And you're overplayed.
So, why do they love you more?

I had a dream last night, that I ran away to find you.
When I got to your house, I only found a note on your pillow.
It said...

"Kalyn,
Not enough time to let you know,
I've got a hole in my heart, and not much to show.
Read this quick, and be on your way,
You'll find me soon, but not today"

If this blog was a bullet, you'd be my gun.
We'd rob them all of love.

Bedhead. 

I'm back to black circles and lost moments,
You're back to parading around like you've got a name.
I'm tired.
You're spent.
whydon'tyoujustgiveitup?
We could keep dancing, but it looks like you've forgotten the steps,
I don't know how to re-teach them to you.
People think you're something you're not.
People don't know I'm alive.

It's time to get outta town, you know it.
I do too.
You've gotta stop with the sharades,
I've gotta pretend like I'm real.
There's too much on our plate,
Grab your spoon babe, it's time to dig in.
Why surround yourself with people who are only in it for the hype?
I know a handful of kids who've got you tattooed on their heart.

Are you growing up today?
How about tomorrow?
I'm not a yo-yo... I don't keep coming up for more.
Don't you ever forget it.
I've got this picture in my brain of how it needs to be,
You want in?
Or should I crop you out?
The clock on the wall counts down the seconds left for you to find love,
Time is money, and baby you're making me rich.

I'm plaid, you're pinstripe.
We clash like a bad accident,
Should I tell you how it ends or should you write it for yourself?
I'm game.
You got game?
Baby, you're about to get served.



Bedhead.

I love it when you make my heart race like this, it reminds me of the first time.
You sang me to sleep.
Your words crawl through my head and remind me that I'm ok.
You're my lullaby.

I sit at this screen and wait, just wait... for you.
It's cool how you don't know, love, or understand me... you can still be my all of the above.
It may be like this, but don't hate me for wanting it like that.

I see behind those tired eyes and perfect smile.
You're a carcrash waiting to happen, I'm just the hazard lights.
We'll both go down together.




Bedhead.

Much to early to be awake, but here I am, staring at the screen... wondering if you'd be awake by now.
Sleep escapes me, I can't ever hold on long enough to make my head ok.
Don't mind the darck circles, they're more like mental bruises.
i'mthinkingtoohard.
It's the nightmares that keep me coming back for more, being scared is better than being broken.

I spend too much time worrying about the person that has yet to realize I exsist.
Tale of A Wandering Carheart.
That's all I'll ever be, just a Carheart with an empty agenda and even emptier pockets.
I hate that you make me lonely.

For someone with so much to do, I find myself lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and tracing patterns with my eyes.
Making sense is overrated, but I've still got to try... you make me crazy.
I'm five steps from a straightjacket and they will never know, they put me in this state.
They're the only one to get me out.
Be my hero.



Bedhead.

I'll never quite understand why they matter more than me.
I'll never quite get why I'm so invisible.

I only know a few things, and they are the things that get me by. People like me, melt into crowds, vanish into sunsets, and are erased from memories. But it's the people like you that make me wish if only for one moment I wasn't so forgettable.

You make promises like your life depends on it, and I just fade away and watch, watch you choke of your words and wish I could do something...anything. But I can't, people don't listen to people like me, what do we know anyway? Why should someone unreal exsist? I am a shadow.

I work hard to keep up the curtain that hides these eyes of mine, because if you looked into them you could see for miles and that's not what I need today. You won't understand, you're not suppose to, you're as soild as iron and I'm sly as water, they're not suppose to meet...you'll only get rust.

You may not see me, I'm always there... quiet, wide-eyed and simple... just watching. Don't give up on your dreams, I still believe in them. That's right, I still believe.




Bedhead.