hush
the word travels on hot, breathy air
hush
thats what I say when I believe no ones there

often I'm left alone
but hearing the subtle
hush
chills me right down to the bone

i have a friend
he is a monster, indeed
and I guess his name is Ted
but even more importantly
he doesn't live under my bed
but in my head you see
no one else can hear him
the only person is me
he fills my head with conflict
that mean, old, nasty thing
I really cannot stand him
but it's odd; to him I cling
it really doesn't make sense
this monster in my brain
but I guess he'll always be there
I will have to live with that*
*but I don't even know his name.

dear disaster diary,
this I bring to you today
I'm not really sure what my hand will write
or what my heart will say.
I guess it's raining now,
I really like it too
even though somehow
I don't know what to do.
There's people everywhere who could really use the rain
it doesn't occur to me
but may I say
we all must pray
for the people in Tennessee.

Oblivious to the
passing
wasting
and loss
Of time
she never really knew how beautiful
and eventful
life is.
She was oblivious in so many ways.
The tears that were unselfishly cried over her
all of the wonderful sentences she never again would hear.

Too young to receive his love
thats what they told her
Now she's the girl at the café
waitin' for the love of her soldier.

"Wait there's a letter,"
so she cried
she had said her vows.
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.

*way too young
that's what they told her
now she'll never see
her travelin' soldier