Music of the night,
Singing soft refrains of starlight and secret keeping shadows
The sidewalks disappear from sight, as I long for a streetlamp
To light my darkened days home
Commercials and commuters passing me by
As the life of my iPod slowly dissipates,
I hear life, without someone else’s interpretation of what
Of what I see, and of what I know
Forced to construct my own ideals, my own words of what
And of how, And if
I’ll ever make it,    
Proving to myself that failure is just a stepping stone to success
Before I pull my hair out and plump up like a pumpkin
I’ll tie my shoes and head for the door

Crooked traffic lines
Cracked ribs, and broken hearts
Another Bob Dylan song makes me cope
My mind is timeless, and my heart aches
But there is no cure for desperation
And mumbling words for praise ain’t gonna cut it
And ill end up being lonesome and ill be alone
With another 60’s melody and another overused verse
From a classic song,
And my iPod will deafen my ears to sleep

As famous souls die by the hand of celebrity
And talent falls to another pill, another tabloid
Another insecurity violated

Won’t you come over and stop making a fool out of me,

Left is time,
And another talent,
Remembered by death,
And never will those, know
That they were infamous

The world is spinning out of control
Just like my mind
When I had one too many sips
The world falling into gun control
And whites fighting for their hierarchy
The right to bare arms
Is nothing more than a figurehead position?
As another night closes with another beer
The time for sleep, has come
Or another somber, drunken attempt
At poetry

Sometimes the world shatters
And I fall underneath the weight
This balloon of wonder
Crumbles me at the brink
Life is a game
Of there’s and now’s
The future and first times
Of I definitely know how
Our generation
So used to “I want’s”
Premature ejaculations
And notorious taunts
Life is a game
That we all must play
Roll the dice of luck
And sustain the pain
Be the greater good
Something for our children
And cherish the world
That we were given

Time for sleep, the sleep of the week
So now it's sleep
Memory of tonight
The conversations
They are now "don't you remember"

*Fill to me that parting glass
Goodnight and joy be to you all

I ****** it up again,
My mind torn, and spent again
Trying to cling to something resembling a blood pool
Broken bones and cracked hearts
And I isolate myself with bottles of broken dreams
Tearing away people, revolving around t.v. shows
Stuck in a rut, I want to be in
Drowning from baseballs aimed at my vocal chords
Stuck in my head, feet won't reach the end of my bed
Stuck in a place
I can not embrace, life as it has unfolded for me

Well it seems that I have spun out of control
Days running by, pathetic and unfulfilled
Turning around, to find the place I once found
But the road disappears as the next sunsets

So I’ll keep on walking,
Making music in my head,
For I have not been able to strum a chord
I cannot stay in one place,
Apartment syndrome
My lease is up next week

No place to call home,
I just keep on walking
Trying to figure out which way to go

Sell my things, to the greater good
Just a mattress, some clothes on my back
A half smoked joint,
I have been holding on to
Some point, I will learn to love
And confess my soul, in a simple 3-chord lullaby

I still believe, music makes us listen,
Say the things in such poetic justice
Combining all of our insecurities
All of our woes, and disbeliefs
Bringing us closer together, being able to trust us