She walked out from the cover of a record
I had borrowed
from a friend who never told me
that the second track would not play
and she followed me around as if I was
the latest film star
only stopping at the five and dime to buy
some eye mascara, as if trading places with
a dream could make her seem more tangible.

She spun across onto side two for better
conversation
but the music drowned her words out and
she
hesitated to say so,
when the batteries in the Dansette failed and everything
went slowly but
her motion was detected by the stylus on the pick up and
it scratched her marble face and I could see the blood begin
to well up
like the tears that fell
I fell in love
with her.

no hope to relief on
When you just want to pray
Mother is in the kitchen
Making dinner while you think
who's the winner
On either side of the table
The fatherhaving trouble making
Payments with other mothers having
Financial trouble you try helping both
Of them when they talkto you get
Stress out and when you want to talk to
Someone like boyfriend hes missing out
And he doesn't want to be in there or out when
Hes having fun with his life you think to your self what u should do help them and punish you
What has this world come too you telling
What you fill inside but they just go on talking about there life so negitive no faith to relief on you think its there a God and. Is there angles watching over you does all this happen to teens is this world today why did it happen to me why did I get strike with lighting
And get crap from thunder that
doesn't seem right to me

a cold night breeze
surrounds us; she holds my hand
i feel nothing, but im here
she doesn't understand

why won't they
leave me
alone?
don't they
realize i
have a
tinder heart
and a
paper body
and that
any spark
will turn me
straight to
ash?

If I'd ask you for a dime,
you'd just toss me a nickle.
If I'd ask for your advice,
all you'd say is, "Life is fickle."
You like to keep me wanting more,
thirsty while you hold the cup,
so when I head for the door,
I always leave without enough.

If patience is a virtue,
I could be its patron saint.
I canvassed my whole life with you
before you smeared the paint.
When I hear your off-key chorus,
it gets hard to keep composure.
I know where the door is,
but the window is much closer.

I don't want to be leaving,
but it's clear I shouldn't stay.
It's my fault for believing
all the things you had to say.
What's the use in grieving?
Nothing to lose, anyway.

What's the meaning of true?
Truth ?
You?
No.

True... With your words?
No
You?
Not you

You was never true
That is not you
No
You?

You being true
About what?
About you?
You don't know you.

Baby girl, accept that your still learning
Be true
Accept the truth
Yes.
You

You let the music run rough shot, right over you.
Don’t you miss those calming blues,
The cadences and melodies that soothed,
Lully-byes intertwined with sweet good byes,
Celtic songs that longed to make you cry,
To help you find your celestial delight,
The soft thrumming of tribal humming,
The slow tempo that takes you home,
To old memories?

I am not saying that their displaying
A bad kind of vibe,
Or that they’re too far gone to the wrong
To ever find what’s right,
To lost in the night to ever see the light.
Angry faces flare firing fist for fighting,
But sometimes all that anger
Just doesn’t seem right.
All that bark still carries all that bite,
And I wonder if it’s in the rage
That you forget yourself

Do you lose the day?
Tell me what does your inner nature say?
Is there a bit of peace?
Or did you give it all away,
To that vicious beast,
To that malicious beat,
Sizzling electric and vocal shock
Yeah the hard knocks we all call hard rock?