I’m slippin’ down that road again
Not sure how much time I’ll spend
On these back roads
Just tryin’ to get home
Things keep bein’ the same
Things ain’t done & changed
Still I keep feelin’ the shame
For the things done in my old skin
If all things are the same
I just can’t stay here again
And if I just can’t change
My story so
Please don’t be so sad
When I go
Spent most my years
Ringin’ in my ears
And I swear it’s just
That soul tellin’ me
Ta’ ease my own pain
Ain’t nobody perfect enough
To lead some measurable life
Ain’t nobody good enough
To be no saint
Not much here for me now
And barely any time left to wait
If all things are the same
I just can’t stay here again
And if I just can’t change
My story so
Please don’t be so sad
When I go
And when life throws
We do our best to take the blows
Cuz only one thing sure certain
Is everybody goes.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
someone once said that if you love something,
you should set it free.
as if this is something done so easily.
they could have explained a little about
the tide of chilly, bittersweet memories
that greet me every morning
making my socks wet all day
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
at first we played games
like 'see who can love the other more'
now it's **** on me, i'll **** on you
and if i don't have anything worthwhile i'll drink until i can muster up just about anything devilish
never thought much to bite my tongue
but i'm somewhat starting to wish i had it removed with my tonsils last year
right before i met you
maybe it would have made more sense if i hadn't the ability to talk myself up
and make it seem like i'm a person who cares about anything
you see i've learned lately that i'm no good, when it really comes down to it
i can go through the motions and get by, but when it comes down to the most crucial moments, like when one must hold their tongue... i spit
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Unlike fossil fuels
I won't run my life on things
That are so long dead.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
my hair's getting long, love
about as long as you would have liked
long enough to pull and squeeze
when we shared our kaleidoscopic bliss at night
people i haven't seen in a while
all have something to say
"hey man, i didn't know that was you!" they joked
last night as i set up my gear on stage
i'm glad you asked me to grow it, my fallen love
it's getting to the perfect length;
long enough to make me invisible
but long enough to give me strength
you see i always wanted to be a ninja
wear the ponytail of a samurai
i always thought it would just be cool
but last night i discovered why:
so i can be invisible to your love, my dear
like a ninja in the night
my hair will guide me right past you
without getting caught in the light
i'll slip right through your fingers
as my hair would slip through yours
using every new millimeter of every follicle
to remind me how long I can be strong for
the next time i see you, sweet dream
you won't even recognize me, i pray
i can only hope my heart won't be made of stone,
and just maybe
you'll be in the mood to talk to strangers that day
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
i never have liked uppercase i's
i know it's absolutely stupid
but they always make me feel more important than others
like i'm always saying I, I, I.
see even that was weird
way too many eyes
so i spend half my days, proofreading my lines
to make sure that i'm exactly the same size
as everyone else
when i first met you it absolutely blew me away
to find someone else who lowers their eyes
i'm serious, it's amazing to find someone who wastes as much time as yourself
hitting backspace, and
cursing auto-correct for not allowing this behavior
but after a while i noticed you stopped with the i's
maybe it was around the time **** got weird
maybe it was a fad; or i have some absurd superstition
but it's cool
You always were the bigger person, anyway.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
i have visions of you sleeping well
in a dim-lit room, half-furnished house
these visions once told me you were alone, and cold
and this house... it wasn't a home
i had visions of you dreaming of me
longing for the few days, in which you return to me
sleeping on a mattress is never of ease
but not so bad when you have loving to look forward to
now here in my sleepless cavern those visions have changed
i still see you dreaming in sweet peace
but with another's arms wrapped around you
and this house is more furnished than i had thought
i no longer have visions of you coming home
with a smile on your face, and sweet treats in your hands
heart shaped budds and the sweetest finger hash
are no longer gifts, but regular occurrences
not since you told me, the way you think of me has changed
it's no longer good thoughts about our psychedelic whirlwind of a journey
but of the times we went awry
i'll never know what happened for those 3 days after we spent the night
i hope your phone died and wish that was the whole story
but these visions of you sleeping in a more-furnished house
make me think that house is now more of a home.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
believe it or not there was a time
when my spirits were so high;
i soared on the warm currents of life
like an albatross with no direction needed for home
for most of my life i had believed
that i was the only person i need;
that nobody could bring my spirit
crashing down on the cold rigid shoreline
but i was wrong
i met the most wonderful girl.
let's call her beautifully broken
a soul that had been re-shaped;
had been twisted, tormented, from the inside
but had now chosen to display the most beautiful, perpetual smile.
she told me faintly about her past;
how it had beat her down, but she fought back
with every fibre in her little body
just to be happy like she deserves
maybe it was the way she wrote love stories on her arms
tales of bittersweet endings, that will never disappear
they fade, but remain forever
as if to say "real love sees no end"
i've never dealt well with blood
since the time my leg erupted like a volcano
this is why i still haven't cleaned her spill from my bathroom floor
and i move in 6 days.
i didn't know what it was like, to be her.
to hurt so bad.
to feel a pain that only subdues when she tattoo'd herself
as a constant reminder of our struggles
she told me she's absolutely fine
her inner battle has ceased
her freshest mark, like a line through my name
was the last one, to say the least
the thing is i believe her.
she may be little, but with a mind so beautiful, so strong
there is no more room for agony in that tiny body
this is why i'll help take it away
i'll be the sponge that ***** in all of the negative, the sadness, and hate
i have never felt this way in my life
and i believe my time has come.
to feel the weight of the world bearing down on me
slowly bringing my soaring, gliding soul
down toward the shore
i will take the weight
of your saddened years gone by
i will let it crush my insides
until these wings no longer fly
i only want her to be free
to soar on these warm currents of life
but i must absorb more pain and sever all my ties
because it's so hard to fly
when you have a dead, rotting albatross
hanging around your neck.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
i'm all burnt out now
even though harsh winter's done
my chest is still tight
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
sometimes she would stand in my doorway
bright blue lace ******* that she knew were my favourite
and a little white shirt that was just a bit too small.
she'd enter my room ever so gently, after brushing her teeth in the morning
and pass me a stick of gum
to sweeten the taste of red wine and beer from the night before.
she would stand there in the doorway, with the cutest smirk on her dimpled cheek
and give her ***** a shake
as if to say
"yeah I'm cute, but how do you like me now?"
(she was always watching in the mirror anyway)
i would lay there and smile, and extend my reach
as she lightly pounced into my arms, and my bed
as if to say
"welcome home, sweetheart."
even though we'd just spent the night drunkenly dreaming
and warming each other's souls.
she would rest there smiling as i looked down from above
and tucked her hair behind her ears
i would kiss her 3 times; on her third-eye and on her crown.
once because i loved her.
and twice more in case she didn't feel it the first time.
some days there was a look of wonder
an unknown amazement shining from her eyes
a look so indescribable, i can't help but think she wasn't real
couldn't have been real
but here she was beneath me.
staring up at me, as if i had the power to magically whisk us away, to a far away place
and here i am, convincing myself she wasn't real.
this is why i can't have nice things.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC