New One
I’ll try just to stay out
Of this decimated place that left a bad taste in my mouth.
‘Cause when it’s gone, I feel my home is spaced away,
And I can’t see where I’ve come from. ‘Cause weeks from now there’s still today,
And I can’t sweep it under the rug or find a different place to stay
‘Cause who I am is where I’m from.
I’ll lie just to move on
From those empty holes and the ones who chose to stay back when I was gone.
And though those souls are seeking something I can’t chase,
I often wish we all could go back to the hope we’ve since erased
And wake up from our comatosal states that we create to roam.
‘Cause who I am is who I’ve known.
I’ll just run away. I’ve got to find myself some better days.
I’ll buy the things I hate
Just to replace my wasted motivation spent to fill my plate.
But when I try to leave behind the things that weigh me down
and keep me on these ropes, they stick around like masking tape
I thought was in the garbage hole and tells me you’ll be happy, wait.
‘Cause who I am is what I’ve owned.
I’ll die just to get born.
It’s hard to be brand new when the things I do are the things I did before.
But I will bomb my home and burn myself and kill
The things I’ve carried on my back. So long those days are over
Black and charred, debris and ashes. And I can feel new air fill up my lungs,
‘Cause who I am is a new one.
Cigarette & Solo
Sitting on the road with a cigarette and solo
And ever since you left I’ve been struggling to find home.
These summer nights are turning to be so long
When all I really wants another hit of you in my arms.
And I could love you.
The calendar accountant keeps a record of my miseries
While the weeks and the months lead to me losing my mind.
Flipping through the records and the letters of our history,
And discovering the double-sided opportunity in time
Where I could love you.
Got to get a hold on my heart.
You know I’m gonna make it through.
Got to get a hold on my heart.
Got to get it ready for you.
When you come back around everything will be fine.
I am gonna be yours and you are gonna be mine.
Homeostasis
Untie the tangled up and tightly wound knots
Stuck in a hole that always find us caught
up in a terribly unfortun’ place
Laying our bodies and our minds to waste
Playing our modestly enticing games.
We tease our brains to frame an alternate mind
subtle inventions paid to pass the time.
Basically wasted in a factory line
Homeostasis never was a crime.
Home is arranged to be a perfect shrine.
Guess I’ll go home.
Caress our comatose, aroma-dosed lives.
Stunned hibernation while we host the hives
Making our wages with their tiny minds.
Stinging our pocket with a cent of dime.
Layer the locks to suffocate the whine.
Guess I’ll go home.
I’m not going home (tonight)
Ring And a Message
A ring and a message to tell you I’m on my way
It’s things like this I’ve learned you appreciate
Now I know we wished for things to be different
God knows I’ll fight to make it better
I’ll be home tomorrow. The sun ‘ll be shining brightly.
We’ll say goodbye to sorrow. Leave behind the tears.
Rubber and the wheel are bringing you to me.
The gas gauge shows I’ve been running on empty.
We know, we know the need for change.
But Lord knows, He knows I still love you.
I’ll be home tomorrow. The birds ‘ll be singing melody.
We’ll say goodbye to sorrow. Leave behind the tears.
There will be better days to follow. Of this, of this I’m sure.
Cause when I come home tomorrow, I will love you endlessly.
I will love you ‘til the end.
Roll the radio to try to find a tune.
Night is passing by, the sky a midnight blue.
I’m glad I’m on my way. I will see you soon.
I’ll be home tomorrow. The sun ‘ll be shining brightly.
We’ll say goodbye to sorrow. Leave behind the tears.
There will be better days to follow. Of this, of this I’m sure.
Cause when I come home tomorrow, I will love you forever.
Forever.
Front Porch
No, no, no. A steady broken mend.
Not a friend, I’m afraid I’m a friend.
I lay my head on pillow. Give me rest.
Gives no rest like she gave.
You let me fall into your arms. I’m in love.
We scan the stars and say hello. There’s no rub.
Where’s the rub? Was in love.
Did you leave me standing on your front porch all alone,
Empty like a sad invention bought then sold?
I am a much repented oath. Had a role,
That you stole, had a role.
You punch my picture in a hole. Yours I won’t.
No, I won’t, won’t let go.
Did you leave me standing on your front porch all alone,
Empty like a sad invention bought then sold?
Could we ever reposition pawns and prose
To reverse emote our vision? Don’t suppose?
Don’t suppose? Don’t suppose? I go home. I go home.
Saluting Sister
Cut the chord and clear the cobwebs where the water meets the wool.
Hiding highways used to frame another world.
Beyond the blades at the hedges heels giving fiction to the fossilized.
Telling tales manifesting our designs.
We’d play.
Cover the canvas of the sleeping suite from wall to the window.
Building books with pages heavy in purpose.
Beneath the beams for the driveway display of striking roars and ripples.
Paddling puddles like a ship setting sail.
We’d play.
Scale the sky with feathers in forest naming cradle for a king.
Treading timbers above the soil of fire.
Atop the tower of bolts and branches with the winds of war.
Saluting sister celebrating our certain win.
We’d play.
Oh, to be a kid.
Worry didn’t exist.
By Our Tears
We will lose it all if we’ve any to gain.
We will forfeit our flags to the fire.
We will barter our buttons for bruises and pain.
‘Til it’s no longer pain we require.
Not a battle for blood of our enemies.
Not a war to be won with a weapon.
Not a fight that will foil the poor and the meek.
Just a spice in the face of corruption.
They will scowl at our scars and pierce our hearts.
They will jail us with hate and fear.
We will simmer their scars with open arms
And they’ll kill or be killed by our tears.
Vices
I’d like to be close to you sharing your air
In a lofty balloon that will carry us where
We can gaze in a gallery made of mistakes
Like a black and white movie impatient in takes
We will watch and pretend there’s a weight to our tastes
And we’ll sink our device
With all the clumsiness and vices
We have found.
I’d like to be near to you tasting this place
Made of sugary fears we are laying to waste
In a blood-soaked fist clenched to grab what we had
‘Fore it suddenly spoiled and abandoned our hands
We’ll sit fingers spread misunderstanding our plans
And we’ll sink our device
With all the clumsiness and vices we have found.
To take a toll and go this road,
Bypass the silence with no sound.
Devices
Gaze in gallery made of mistakes.
Afternoon apathy, deem it a dream.
Soaking in salary, bathing in faith,
Grabbing our gold, to save a soul,
Rock and roll, pay it away.
Pay it away.
And we will sink our device
With all the clumsiness and vices we have found
Craving your calories, stage an escape.
Racing around to me, scream in a scene
Knowing anomalies, claiming insane.
Stabbing our souls, to pay a toll, dock and tow, pray it away.
Pray it away.
And we will sink our device
With all the clumsiness and vices we have found.
To take a toll and go this road,
Bypass the silence and the sadness with no sound.
I’d like to be next to you, tracing our paces
We tread in a flexible pavement of space.
Writing letters to send in a story we’ve mended
In hopes to unfoil our disgraced haste.
We’ll endure best intentions to save goodness sake.
And we’ll sink our device
With all the clumsiness and vices we have found
To take a toll and go this road,
Bypass the silence with no sound
And paint a picture of the promises
We’ve made but for to break.
Broken Beat
Flesh of chest, are you dead?
Broken drum in a cage full of bone.
No, I won’t stop beating.
No, I won’t stop beating.
No, I won’t stop bleeding.
