Bailey prays for me sometimes
As if things never happened-as if we stayed and tried
like we never lost the baby-like I never lost my mind
Bailey prays for me sometimes
Erin thinks of me at night
When there's no one else to get up out of bed and hit the lights
Like I never left her waiting, like the time was always right
Erin thinks of me at night
Becca gave me one last chance
I put her on a pedestal before I left her trance
I had two weeks to hold her in the kitchen while we danced
Becca gave me one last chance
Was it them or was it me that got away?
the ones whose lives are better off because I didn't stay
An influence at best and at the worst I brought decay
Was it them or was it me that got away?
Bailey prays for me sometimes
But she had to move to Portland- let her conscience be her guide
It's for the best we let it rest. pretend we never tried
but.....Bailey prays for me sometimes
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
Change the sheets, change the locks
Change the way that you approach him when you talk
Change your job, change the sign
Change what your looking for to save your mind
Close the door, close your heart
(that you should have never opened from the start)
Close your legs, close the deal
don't pretend you don't remember how to feel
Hide your keys, hide your smile
hide important things like when you were a child
Hide the bones, hide the cash
You just can't be too careful when you crash
Pray for me, pray for dreams
Pray that the world's more gentle than it seems
pray for hunger, pray for your needs
pray you'll someday see the forest through the trees.
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC
Did you only love me when you lost your meds
when you found out i'm warmer in your bed
After all this life I couldn't change my mind
you were omnipresent but impossible to find
Drones don't have cockpits- my pilots on the ground
I'd trade a lifetime of hiding for a split second found
you were my prayer, my answer, and my consequence
I would sell all my stories to buy back common sense
Did I really only love you as a concept?
as a magic thing that came to me and blinded when it left
there's days where I forget your face, your hands, the things you said
but I remember days back when you lost your meds
But were we important? were we people worth knowing?
Did we have prospects? Was our paradise Growing?
I'll ask you one question. Are my insides showing?
I've held on for years now-but the drum beat's slowing.
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
Thank God I'll never get what I want again
and I'll never rest, I'll never breath
I hope again I don't get what I need
Or space to think, hope I don't win
Thank God I'll never get what I want again
Thank God my engine gave out when it did
When times were tough and I was trapped
you should have heard it when the heartstring snapped
could have been brave but ran and hid
Thank God my engine gave out when it did
Thank God I'll never fall in love again
I'll never wake and know that I'm complete
there is no someone coming back for me
to clean my heart and touch my skin
Thank God I'll never fall in love again
Thank God for things that I will never know
How I got here and at what cost
I'm still afraid of bridges I once crossed
I can't stay young, I can't grow old
Thank God for things that I will never know
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC
There are many kinds of broke
Someone broken once just told me
Not the coins that you cant spend
of the thoughts you don't dare think
It's not caring about the cancer
when the doctor says it's forming
it's not sleeping under bridges
outside Rock Springs Wyoming
It's dropping your old habits
so the new girl thinks your clean
It's missed appointments, parking lots
Fireworks and kerosene
There are many kinds of tired
my old body spoke to me
it's your back that wont stand straight
when the tendons start to sing
It's keeping your eyes heavenward
so age wont make you mean
It's dead end jobs, bloodshot eyes
fireworks and kerosene
IF I could only catch on fire
when my passion wants me to
or take a warmer breath
like I've got something to lose
It's something just beyond my reach
a song I don't dare sing
it's missing links, a chance for peace
Fireworks and kerosene
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
I'm a barely spinning, broken piece of
Alcoholic machinery
I grew tired of waiting, losing sight
the farther I get from whats near to me
And it's never been more clear
I'm still trapped with me in here
we are reassembling
into curious new things
I'm a treasure buried, sunken chest of
hope and youthful anxiety
I'm reluctant chances furtive glances
growing pains and recovery
Rocky mountains held me close
you held what you loved the most
the golden hour to the west
for a second there was rest
I'm an accidental, sentimental photograph
from when life was kind
I'm a new fond memory, a change of heart
reminding you that there is still time
There's a statewide fire ban
but you could torch me where I stand
or keep me pretty on your shelf
at least I didn't lose myself
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:00 PM UTC
She was the calm, the storm, disaster in between
Some joy kept at a distance that that's looking after me.
It's dry here in October the grass can catch on fire
There's promise in the hard hearts
Strangled by piano wire
In the way a sailor drowning finds comfort in the sea
I rest completely in her -or at least her memory-
I'm a drunk man on the train tracks not a southern gospel choir
cuffed to the radiator now and remembered as a liar
I blame in on the crossroads and the choices that I make
The choices that kept me alone but kept my mind awake
I stopped trying to reach farther now I run as fast as trees
She once lived in my tower
now she can't count on me
Tie me to the mast Los Angeles my love is far away
but if I remained mountain-bound I wouldn't live today
I blame the crush a seismic rush to flatten and to build
let's raise another glass to
all the brain cells that we killed
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
You were a gypsy- and had to move.
I had a need, a quiet thing to prove
there's an accidental fire burning in the coal mine.
there's a southern gospel choir singing "love in hard times"
she had everything my heart was questing for
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore
you were a gypsy-the world was yours.
never did i gaze at you with thoughts that weren't pure
there's a river running through it
a strange knocking on my door
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
She was a gypsy-horizon bound
and to this day the greatest beacon I have ever found
there's a deep and tragic longing
there's a salted, barren ground
She was and is and won't be soon restored
She doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Days go by faster
if you're not hungover
Life goes by faster
if you arent sober
I know I feel it
and I'm looking older
But i'm only 25
Attempted determination
with every momentary rise
up for interpretation
to be a man who tries
I know I see it
With my old fashioned eyes
But I'm only 25
A lack of inspiration
with full on doubt and pride
to quit at slightest inclination
I know it still must be inside
I know I feel it
In this old heart that almost died
But I'm only 25
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
v1
Twice a week i'll prove
and show the world that I am clean
An older me I cant recall
no longer floods my dreams
v2
I'll never dwell, or kiss and tell
your secrets safe with me
i'd break the paper chains
if I intended to be free.
v3
I blame the crush, a seismic rush
To flatten and to build
lets raise another glass
to all the brain cells that we've killed
chorus
it makes no sense, I need no rest
I need no room to breathe
I love the violent precious things
they gently sing and seethe
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC