kicking in the door that's always open

i don't know what else to say except for i'm carved out of stone
"but for what we've become, we just feel more alone."
wrong direction
and sometimes birds fly north.
head pressed against your bedroom wall
just wanna hear you think about me
and when the clock hands double over on themselves
is the time when i've poured out my entire chest
i have mini-wars with myself every day
it's a long fight but in the end, it all stays the same
if beauty is only skin deep
then baby yours must have bled through
i can see myself cross the world for you

only i could have been this prehistoric
we grow a garden of certain inconsistency
and maybe i climbed the fence and didn't even know it
moonlighting just to see my only dream
so maybe this was a wrong done right
but i've been wrong before
i didn't notice when her head had fell apart
but hey, i've been wrong before
you know how i do...
we don't form a thought until noon
bring our drinks together to forget
that's always just a junkie fix.


"i'll be alone. you're feeling so lost and disillusioned"
it's all gonna make sense real soon.

intensity in ten cities.

feel it out in your head, everything
just make sure someday you wear my ring
time is a mere accessory it seems
i won't give up on you unless you just happen forget me
i'll be here for a while
if i am what i am what do you want from me?
sometimes i wish my thoughts just made sense
under the influence of influence
a drunken dream boat headed for off-shore
i love them all but i love you more
i think i'm missing out
swing and a terrible hit
i am a front porch kid
asphyxiated on a chance i might never get
inherit a bad dream
and tell it to go to sleep
i just wanna breathe with you
and i just wanna stop breathing with you, too.

it's not over yet...it never is

just pretend that you're alone
i know it's old
but it's the only song i've ever known
and it keeps singin to me
"once upon a hell..."
i'd rewind clocks
and hoped you couldn't ever tell
when something wasn't missing
something's always missing

put me in a place called heroin

i'm young and whatever
please make her make my head feel better
is this time different?
does it all paint itself the same?
i'm no junkie but good god i need a fix
"i wanna wake up where you are"
put baby boy on the phone
and he'll tell you that i'm all alone
take that light and put it away
in a box and under your floorboard
next to all the old lust letters
and when you're ready love,
i'm here.

to you

if you ever read this,
please know that it was love.