When the bottles empty
The trains fly past thee
Homeless on the corner
Eyes are so lonely
Suns going down
Wind brings the fields alive
Trespass on the earths plains
Constant water flowing like veins
Stretching out like the roots from the trees
Capturing the living
Words spoken so softly
The bottles still empty
Fall passes and winter rolls
Coming down like meteors
The fields are smoking
Burning cigarette ashes blowing
Rising and falling
Slow melodic refrains
Seeping under the bed frame
Red eyes are closing
The sandman is crouched on the night stand
Can you feel the rain?
Warm hands around a temple
Sharing the night
Looking through the window
Now knowing which side is which
Incredible, the mind body and soul
Floating in and out of foggy weather
Ghosts treading through the leaves

Late night trying to enjoy my show
I tried to convince him not to go
But he came with me
The whole time spewing **** about our destiny
All I ******* wanted was to jam at my show
He kept trying to grind on me and wouldn't let go.
So I'd disappear into the pit
Just to get away for a bit
I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face
"Jesus Christ *******! Give me some space!"
So I'd smoke a cigarette
Because his company? I was ******* sick of it
We sat by the fire, while the show played
He'd whisper in my ear about how he wanted to get laid
Feeling uncomfortable. "Uh...Ok?"
I just wanted to see my ******* band play!
Decided to leave early
Cuz I couldn't stand his pressure clearly
He tried to kiss me
And get a feel against me
Pushed him away and said not today
BECAUSE I JUST WANTED TO SEE THE BAND PLAY
The whole way home, calling me princess
******* kid, your NOT catching my interest
He'd talk about his fetish or slapping my ***
Still wishing I had more cigarettes, I told him I didn't care
That I wasn't going to **** him at all, anywhere
What if I called you a *****?
Hmmm, NOT AT ALL, *******, YOU WISH
Still ****** and wondering what I got myself into.
I just wanted to see the mother ******* band play
So after a ****** 30 minute drive
I pulled into the lot between the lines
Ok, alright, have a good night.
He just sat in my car, pushing the subject
On getting me upstairs, to get his **** wet
Not that kinda girl, and I'm not sorry
Cuz I've got a guy who's got love for me
He didn't care, he took my keys and said "I'm *****."
Upstairs for 5 minutes, just give me a little baby.
Why am I trapped in this cliche...

**I didn't even get to see the band play...

I feel like I'm split in two places
Think of a mirror
Clean and if it's really that clear
Then that's still me on the other side
Splitting like the continental divide
Sometimes I lean in close and look in my eyes
And whisper "Are you alive inside?"
Tapping on the mirror
Thinking about the other side of that glass.
I feel like there's a whole side of me
Trapped under what I see
Not trapped.
Hidden

We used to go to the zoo, on cold winter days,
When the sky was grey.
We'd look at the animals, and both feel pity for them.
Yet we'd walk the paths and discuss how were we ever different.
Maybe we didn't have iron bars,
But civilization sure put some there.
We'd make fun of people who said stupid ****,
Playing off each other and running with it.
****, you know what?
This is stupid, and I can't pretend to write about some dude send from cupid

Running on empty,
Lost luck and fumes,
Choking out victims, with a distinct perfume.
Rub the glass between your palms,
And let it bleed out the toxins.
Litter the house with crude memories,
Like oil churning, polluting possibilities.
Ripping wings from flies,
And the legs from a spider.
One by one, shooting cans like army men.
Bleeding out to start again.
Snarky saints believing they're saved,
Crying blood and burning sage,
To rid themselves of the rage.
Thinking they'll see the graffitied golden gates,
When all they're doing is shoveling their own graves.