christmas cliche.

its interesting, the christmas lights,

the way they segue into the nights, personified they shine so bright,

and the wind sings a tune, reminiscent of bells,

and a reindeer whos nose shone so bright,

it makes us believe, that this is a magic time,

but this holiday is just so cliched.

santa claus is at the mall today,

but im too old to sit on his lap,

i wanted to ask him, to bring my hope back

cuz i used to believe, in fairy tale endings,

but it never snows on christmas day.

but to me this holiday,

is just, too cliched.

then i saw mom and dad sitting by the tree,

while my sister shook the presents joyfully,

to find what was inside,

was it toys or clothes or money?

and my grandma sat there in her rocking chair,

smiling gently at us in her pretty silver hair,

thats when,

grandpa walked in dressed as santa claus,

and all the kids with him began to raise their paws,

and cheer, time for our presents!

and everybody smiled.

the jingle bells chimed,

the lights brightly shined,

what more was to find?

this holiday, so cliched

but the joy and cheer,

and love feel, is real

and its just what we need to make it towards a new year.

WHen The Lights Go Out. pt1

see ive been walking down a road thats become too long for me.

im done conforming to the weather,

the rain, the snow, the sleet. 

now somethings gotta give, and somethings gotta get.

im tired of running round in circles,

im done pressing reset.

so hold me down if you dare, but you cannot change my mind.

i cant afford to use discretion, im running out of time.

ive gotta prove to all the critics i can do this on my own.

though i would rather have you with me, cuz i cant do this all alone. 

in the still of the night i can hear a voice that cries,

someone save me, please, im not ready to die.

its taking up my time,

and im too young to die.

when the lights go out. i will be waiting here.

to take you far away, so we can disappear,

into a brand new world, completely void of fear,

well set our bodies free into the new found clear.

its time to run.

its taking up our time.

its taking up our time.

when the lights go out, i will waiting here.

to take you far away, so we can disappear,

into a brand new world completely void of fear,

well set our bodies free into this new found clear,

its time to run.

and when the lights go out im gone,

cuz weve been waiting here too long,

to set our bodies free to run,

well run until we catch the sun,

its time to run.