Here's This.

Don't understand her,
it's not the first time that I couldn't see straight right away.
Under the covers,
think I'll hide until my blurry eyes adjust to the day.
Don't understand it,
why'd she say "I'm a bad kid," when she proceeds like the chillest one?
Still she demands it,
her face is porcelain that she insists is linoleum.
She'll smoke and drink this world away,
"I'll f*** it too," that's what she says.
It's just a stake, just a type of handle.
But if you could look inside closely,
you'd see the cracks developing,
it's bound to break, bound to leave you to dangle.
s***'s in a free-fall,
it's not the first time that I careened into cement.
I'm just a red pill,
a lightning bolt away from making a dent.
I'll make a statement,
take a face plant and call it romanticism.
I'm just a lunatic.
I'll take whatever I did wrong, and do it 'till I'm lonesome.
I'll drink and think this world away,
I'd f*** it too if I could stay
graceful and suave like you might want.
Hey, say this acid rain will pass,
I need a hope, just one to stash,
say... the up can last if you can just take the shot.
In short, oh my f***ing God.

And here's another one.

Four walls, a ceiling, a floor,
a locked door, a feeling, ignored.
I shiver, I'm healing, but torn.
I want out, she dealt me a double-edged sword.
The girl, the face that I loved,
carved into the walls and above,
under eyelids, on heart tissue, my tongue,
on it letters, her name, it is sung.
And it's out, all around, of that I am sure,
It has clout and it pushes, it cuts and injures,
It takes me up high and leaves me to blister,
I'd be vain to give this a positive turn.
No, it's a negative surge, an electric connection,
All that neurosis sparks from neurone to neurone.
Each sigh from confusion and awkward affection,
I blame myself after cautious inspection.
I was in the ramshackle glory, that one morning story,
The calm of the storm in which you left before me,
And now I am soaked, it is raining, it's pouring!
You're no weather reporter, and I had no chance of a warning...
The flood is incoming!
No walls, no ceiling, an infinite floor,
A door is unhinged, the feeling was cold,
But it has been warmed,
It has been warmed,
And a ghost is born.