Most of my life has been performed upon a stage,
And every time an actor leaves they're quick to be replaced,
So all the understudies start assuming former names,
But overall it stays the same,

I hope that you will be the coda in my life,
A melody to sing that will return from time to time,
And even if I strain my voice on notes that are too high,
At least I gave it a try

I won't forget you, if your names cut from your face and glued
Over some new eyes, I know that it sounds kind of lonely but
Everything's going to be fine

I truly doubt we'll find the answer in a man,
Or reason from a choir up in heaven keeping tabs,
Cause even angels have to be confused by how we act,
You just keep coming back

There is a groove for every person that you've met,
Each track is on repeat and now and then a song will skip,
You'll try and move the needle to some new relationship,
But it won't sound that different,

I won't forget you, if your names cut from your face and glued
Over some new eyes, I know that it sounds kind of lonely but
Everything's going to be fine

I won't forget you, if your names cut from your face and glued
Over some new eyes, I know that it sounds kind of lonely but
I won't forget you, If your names cut from your face and glued
Over some new eyes, I know that it sounds kind of lonely but
Unfortunately, that's life.

I’m not stuck in the past
I’m holding onto the future
That I might not ever have
Except the dreams I can’t escape
From
Mid day is rough
Mid week is quite tough
Mid month I’m too drunk
And mid year
Is too much
But I’m hopeful at the least
Watching my good intentions drown.

Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, changing definitions for a changing state

Carry on carry me if you can
To the next dream
Keep it clean
Life never matches what we mean

Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, changing definitions for a changing state

I will not no no nooo
Absolutely never, fit your frame
Can it be that I’m the lonely one?
I just need something to lean on!

I guess I’m quite happy!

Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, how can this be I’m not angry

Carry on carry me if you can
To the next dream
Keep it mean
Maybe less distorted.

Hold still I won’t be much longer
Hold on, how can this be I’m not angry

I guess I’m quite happy!

It's finally over your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry there's no need to
Hurry
We can collect the ashes soon

*This Storm is the norm
I hope the sun shines through
Cause maybe maybe

It's finally over your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry there's no need to
Hurry
Your lucks already (run) out

And about this tomb it's ghost
Haunts these motion pictures that I
See the most
But these silly superstitions are a
Slave to the fame

Don't O don't don't wake me up
Tonight
All these midnight runs consist of
Cheap beer and wasted breath from (on)
cigarettes

And about this time I found
Such a profound phrase
Life is love we live we need it

Life is love we live we need it
Don't be so ashamed, why are you
Afraid
Of

{return to *}

Life is love we live we need it
Life is love we live we need it
Its such a grace, to hear three words
And to say it

It's finally over, your draggin this out
This four leaf clover is burning without a
Doubt
Don't you worry

The bottom line is.

You crossed all of the lines I drew.

There is no malice towards you.

I know people well enough to know better than to wait for an apology.

But I am my word, so...

I hope you can find me before your missiles do.

That's up to you.

I won't budge

If I am to be destroyed by you,

At my least and best I stayed true.

Yesterday I gave up music, because music gives me dreams and dreams don't let me sleep.
I got this constant reminder of the headache of waking up without a drink when I pack up for the day and head on my way.

And you all know that I probably wouldn't want it this way.
That is to say I never really wanted anything or maybe I wanted everything.

I’d like to fool myself into thinking that's the curse of great minds and spirits.
Those with attributes greater than they would ever find a need for.

But I prefer to maintain perspective on what’s suspected of me.
So everything becomes an elegant lie.
Even when it’s the truth.
Simply because it was born of deceit.

So is that its fate, can it not change, can I, not change.
Not that I’m asking,
I’d just like to know that when I lock a door I don't swallow the key.

Because I see myself as every ones lover and friend even when I have every twitching impulse against them.
It’s strange for me to meet myself half way between apathy and empathy for everything and nothing at you.

But because I’m told I can only truly enrich and deepen my soul infinitely and eternally with one.
Your lips are the canvas of which I must create my masterpiece of love and anything else.

Because that is the only way they will accept it.