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Teresa Smith Jan 2014
My friends and I know how to live
Staying up for days on end
Barely making it past the **** life can give
I think we clean up nicely all the same

My friends and I know what's up
Sleeping through class, dodging deadlines
Can't pay our rent but we fill our cup
Raise a glass to the ones insane

My friends and I are family
Saving me every Gotdamn day
In the dark of storms the light I see
Giving each other our unneeded shame

My friends and I have seen tragedy
Felt the sting of lives ripped away
What we do to ourselves to escape the apathy
Hard to accept, but we can't be to blame

My friends and I are one of a kind
Doing what we need to get by
Wishing precious time away, looking for rewind
Souls in distress finally tame
Teresa Smith Jan 2014
If I could go back in time,
fight the demons you had to face,
I'd trade my tomorrows to see you shine,
carry you to the end of the race.

From this day forward,
know I've got your back.
I'm on your team through it all.
Let me make up what you lack,

We all need someone who gets it,
the person you need never explain.
You're not fooling me with the front you wear well.
A winning act, but I see the pain.

The storms that seem too impossible,
they are nothing to you and me.
Look at how far we've already come.
Caged Bird, I'm here to set you free.
Teresa Smith Dec 2013
Love, you seem so sad and lonely.
Wont you dry your heavy eyes?
"I promise I wont ever leave you..."
foundations built on these lies

You've come so far with all that baggage,
surely you must be spent.
Let me carry the weight and put you to bed
tomorrow you'll see that I went

Place your trembling hands in mine
For I can bear it all
Softly tell me your fears and what moves you
I like getting you high before you fall
Teresa Smith Dec 2013
Some people say miracles don't exist.
Well, when every day of your life is a struggle and you make it to the next in spite of the overwhelming desire to jump off a building, you're performing one.

The setting sun promises me that if I can make it through the night I'll get to watch it rise again.
The bus driver that let me ride for free because I had forgotten my wallet and he said he had seen me before saved me last Thursday.

My professor who noticed my smile was smaller last lecture told me no matter how reluctant I may be to laugh, to do so all the same. That night, I went to bed for her.

Sometimes my to-do list is full of things that I've already done.
And crossing those completed tasks off the paper reminds me not to carve that list into my skin.

And it's been such a hell of a year and it's been such a long time since I was able to walk in the light.
But my eyes have begun to adjust in the darkness. And I think I'll be all right.
Teresa Smith Dec 2013
Every kid had the plans for grandeur
They wanted to sing in a band
Or to walk across a cat walk
To run on a field, talk the big talk
Feel the pigskin leave their hand

They wanted to save the people from the fire
Face the flames head on, be a hero
Die a noble death, be a noble guy
Or girl. Feel the world at their tips,
Watching the smoke rise up higher, higher

It's all about the push and pull,
The invisible force that pushes and pulls us
To be greater, to be the best
It’s a fool’s dream you'll learn,
But until then all you can do is just burn

“There will come a time,” I say
“When all you had hoped to be
will simply be no more.“
Every truth empty,
Like the last sip of bourbon warming your tongue

So taste the sorrow, lick the sin
Who dropped us in this corrupt world?
Who taught us the hate to which we cleave?
Blind leading the blind into a bottomless pit,
A dark world that’s no longer lit

All your hopes? They’re worth nothing
Your dreams slip away like the sanity you pretend to have.
Never enough of it. But what’s enough?
This addictive sadness seems to buy you time,
In the end it’s the same. We all die.
Teresa Smith Dec 2013
He carried her on his shoulders
And for a moment she could fly
Hanging high above it all
Taking a piece of the cotton candy sky

Holding hands and walking,
He whistled her favorite song
She knew every line by heart
Knowing just where she belonged

But then happy days became fewer
And kisses goodnight went away
The little girl sat reeling
Praying for a better day

Then no one carried her up high
For they couldn’t bear the weight of the guilt
And music became but a memory
And she’s trapped in a house that sorrow built

But she found other ways to taste the sky
And she wishes on stars at night,
Giving the moon a blow,
And she wonders if she’s doing this right

She carries her prison with her
Seldom letting herself forget
And if home is where the heart is,
She and her misery are set
Teresa Smith Dec 2013
I have come to learn that life rarely stops for anyone,
And if you need a sec to catch your breath,
You better to get ready to chase down the train and jump back on

And the sliding door will be closing
And if you don’t run fast enough,
You’ll see your only chance of escape fly right by you

But I have learned that sometimes to-do lists offer respite,
And that person you never noticed may hold open the door for you,
And even wait until your shoe is tied before closing it

And that’s when the struggle to find happiness, some meaning to life
Comes a little bit closer to ending
And I guess that’s what makes it all worth anything
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