No need to worry.
  What's the hurry love?
     We have the rest of forever,
        our lives will always be together.

It's not by you that I was taught to feel malignant,
just the actions you do,
they programmed me so signifigantly.
Sadly, its all too true, I declare.
For me you wouldnt dare,
stop the trigger squeeze before me.
Please, I couldnt care about such issues,
now I sit here in wonder,
did I misuse you?

Oridnary dreams, and different realities.
These things tease me so,
they give my mind everywhere to go,
but my body stops and dies,
it dies like a war hero,
one that was shot and fell in snow!
There my body lies,
awaiting the identification and proof of valor,
and flags from roof tops will fly for me!
Yes! Yes I say!

....but, not for today....

Before you leave,
you kiss me with words.
But me, well there is nothing,
to sell me to make me believe.

Sitting there,
two-thousand tons of stone,
and the implosions of every Sun,
leaves me alone staring anywhere.

The story of me is torn,
the pages all burned to ash,
the chapters born new,
whats more when I don't have you?

I knew what you had to say,
even before your lips opened.
That day was the last sliver,
in the setting Sun of our past.

Too busy with ideas and thoughts,
my mind raced to the cliffs of sorrow,
wishing I could borrow, what I won't find,
and that would be another moment of faded time.

You ask me
If I'm bleeding
Many shades of blue
I say silently
Yes baby it' very true
But when I do so
Well it's because
I am without you.

What do I mean, everyday I go unseen.
It hasnt been this way always,
just in the most recent of many days.
If there was any explanation as to why,
well I would share it with no one,
because only no one understands I.
If all this rain would go,
then I could see the Sun, yet still without it,
I remain a teenage shadow.

I've got a puzzle,
the pieces, they all fit,
Still it won't go together,
I check the box, but there arent any instructions in it!
How can that be?

It's just becoming another question,
and like every other one, I have no answer.
Once I thought I was the best in the world!
But somehow along the line, my confidence was traded,
and for it I got persuaded with independence, and the right to walk.
Still no matter what flashes before my slideshow,
I still feel hollow, and more so inside my will.
Now, just as ever, on the sidewalk there is I, a teenage shadow.

Well you don't know where I'm goin',
but I sure do know what lays before me.
The path is familiar like a friendly touch,
the buildings that sleep there are warm,
and there is no way of knowing who resides there now.
Maybe the faces of the past, or maybe not,
either way it doesnt matter all that much,
because somehow they got to be like me in more ways,
then I could care to share with anyone of these hazy days.
So don't pay me no nevermind as I travel foreward, and down,
down to the path I know like my lover's skin,
as I look for a dusty ol' inn with some stars as faded as the sign,
in the Town of Regret.

The place, you may know it well,
the name however may escape you like a snake,
does a deep ol' well full of stale water.
The neighbors, they all like to tell tales,
none of them fake, none of them real,
but the one about a guy named Zimmerman,
well that one you could buy with a penny, its so swell.
Now dont forget the old man at the butcher store.
If you bargain, he will give you any meat,
some say its because he lost his shoes,
others say his feet, in the war the world lost.
Though you get that without costs,
the cook, with her twelve children,
well she dont chop cheap,
shes got all them kids with mouths,
and they dont have brooms to sweep.
So after this, the name might be comin' back in now,
just look in the eyes of the sunset,
and remember those nights so ghostly,
that you spent in this,
the Town of Regret.

The windows are all broken,
and the kids have no mits or bats,
so there is nobody that knows who caused the glass to shatter.
The ol' man sitting at the train station has been there since I was born,
and on his collar he has worn,
the same flower of blue that his love gave him.
The gamblers they played it all,
even the names their parents gave them so long ago.
Seems like now they have no hands left to go,
and only a small smile to spread under their glasses.
On late nights, you can find me sitting on a porch,
usually its one by the hill, where the wind passes me,
just like the fingers of my love once did.
But after so many fights, I lost her to the foggy sea,
and theres a kid with his feet hanging off the roof,
he sings to me songs of a sweet child with a warm heart,
the one that was like me before my path was set,
the one that didnt have a hike here,
here in the Town of Regret.

You try to erase all your troubles,
instead of standing to face them.
Only you can do what it is to be done,
if it were up to anyone,
well it would be the blind man,
on the side of the road,
lending out his hand to the empty find.
If you spun the bottle and just asked what to do,
well nobody would even tell  you.
It's not that your a stranger or outsider,
but your sideshow is fun as hell,
and they want to know it better.

Now every morning,
you open your eyes, laying in your bed.
In that mixed thought heavy head you ponder,
just what the day will present,
and just who at the end you will resent,
and who will be the one to stand in pretend.
Your only friend, is an invisible shade,
and your voice is a Masquerade ball,
that only you have the invitation too.
And if anyone else got that ticket,
well then you would line up by the fence,
and bleed more than blood on the picket.