Oh ya
i want to lose
this game

you must win
and blues do

where no greens
remain
yellows gone
nope
none is sun

my fire dims
red runs too
and then is gone

chosen not
to be
and be
unseen

for you
to win
i must
be you

i have bent
by the fires

my metal pours
from my veins
to your desires

wrote your name in the sand
watched the waves wash
and take it,

so,

i wrote your name
and all my fears
at the bottom
of a bottle of jack,

I found them every night.

You're in every
Decision i make,
you're in every
sip i take.

I’m known to be smart
always get what I want
I’m street-smart and savvy -
hey, I can deal with crowds

Why, only the other day
there was an accident
right in the heart of the Great Exotic City
and the nosy crowd gathered thick
but no way I was going
to be left out of a close view
so I shouted:
“Let me thru! Let me thru!
I’m the son of the injured victim!”

And sure enough
the people parted
as swift as the Red Sea –
you should have seen
the awe in their eyes on seeing me -
and I made my way thru
straight to where the victim was
lying before the car:
*...a ****** old donkey...

Sit with a blank stare,
Mechanical chest,
In... Out.
In... Out.
Throbbing of a sore heart
Da dum.
Da dum.
Left foot twitches;
Itching
To walk the world.
Despondent minds.
Blink once, stare.
Sit and stare.

From across the dim
Hazy room,
I ask,
"What...
What are you...
Waiting for?"

Quietly, you answer,
Careful not to break
Your intense stare.
"Here, I wait
For the world to change,
For it to accept me
And my failed attempts
To be something more."

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

I know you want to be with me
And I want to be with you
But, box up all your past mistakes
And you know what you can do

I've room to house all sorts of things
My cupboards are all bare
But, baggage like you're carrying
It's not stuff I want to share

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

I went through hell a thousand times
Packed a bag inside my mind
for every failed relationship
And times I was caught blind

I want to have you in my life
And share our hopes and dreams
But, pack those bags up in your mind
And help deafen out the screams

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

Whatever you did long before
Or even just last week
I don't need it here inside
I don't want to hear it speak

I've room for things..material
Like books and clothes and more
But if you bring bags of emotions
Then you'll not get past my door

If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more

I’m not in step with the world
I’d like to go
I don’t see very well
and the metaphor haunts me too

But Life is sacred
you can’t make it
you can’t take it away
Stay all the way;
smile each day

You have no use for me
and I don’t get you past literalness
My slur interrupts meaning
and I don’t understand
your language either

But Life is sacred
you can’t make it
you can’t take it away
Stay all the way;
smile each day

I’m tired of the ways
there’s nothing I can build anymore
The doors are closed
and there’s a new image here everyday -
every one unfamiliar, and vague

But Life is sacred
you can’t make it
you can’t take it away
Stay all the way;
smile each day

You give me words
and I eat leftovers
My mind soars above
and you hang on to my tissues
I’d like to go
I have to go
This room reminds me of the womb
As was coming so seems my going;
I’ll go

*But Life is sacred
you can’t make it
you can’t take it away
Stay all the way;
smile each day