Thought
In a knot
Pour poor me
gimme a shot
it ain't what it is
and it is what it's not

I foundoubt
Poor pour me
Something stout
Whilst I sit
& drunken pout
About what I
Just found out

The change in my pocket
Does God really want it?
Not much to give.
We all gotta live.
A sinner in the pew.
Just one of a few.
Searching for the truth.
Must we pay for the proof?
Money is the root of all evil...
I heard that in this very steeple.
Contradiction Strewn with fiction
No wonder I'm lost...
it comes at a small cost
The change in my pocket
Does God even want it?
Its confusion I bought
as I sit in the pew.
This is just a thought
just one of a few.

I realize
  The skies
Are ever watchful eyes
   & when it rains
             It cries
As another season
                    Dies

So bringing
   The next
      To life

Her number again
"It looks bad on paper"
He couldn't leave her out
  Tucked away
He saved her

Who ever she is
   She ran off with his heart
& the knowledge of this
Is tearing mine apart

   She's the one
      That got away
& I'm the runner up
Attempting to mend
    Two broken hearts
Hoping
         Love
   Is enough

"I'm fine"
A fine line
We'll travel down
Another time

I'm the prophet in my life
Nothing in my wallet
The only paper that I make
Hold the words of a sonnet
Nothing left but sense
Just the change in my pocket
Safe near my heart
Without a way to lock it
Yeah My style is poor
So who's gonna rob it
When these words
Are all I own

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Yeah Change is all I need

I don't buy things on credit
I won't make that promise
My truth is my proof
I'm just trying to be honest
Flying high on life
Blazing tales like comets
You'll never be low
When life has you high on it
My style is poor
But I'm gonna rocket
Cuz the sky is where I fly

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need

******
Burnt everything
        we owned
Down
   to the last bowl
All that remains
Is the echo
      
     Go!

  Sticks
         And
                 Stones

And now
All that's left
Is this feeling
  In my chest
So I'm holding
   My breath

So as not to let you go

  It's hard to be high
When we're really
  So low