I didn't turn the faucet off
And thought about life flowing
How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going 
Only in the second there in all my glory showing 
But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing

I turned the faucet on
So I could hear it flow again
The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend
It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end
And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends

And we spin

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

And we spin, and we spin. 

I kick up the sawdust
So with the dirt I'd see the sun
And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun
Hoping knowing when they settle
This morning isn't the only one
Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun

I start to make more sawdust
Building what? I've yet to know
But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole
So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold 
And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told

And we spin

Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip

And we spin, and we spin.

You emerge a woman
Let your hair down from those knots
And let me keep the ribbon
So I can keep you in my thoughts

What really feels the worst
When narrowing, I had to
Isn't the threat of getting hit
It's that if I did I still couldn't have you

You go to bed next to him
I'm just a whim
Just a whim
When you've had your drinks in

You don't come to my life
I only go to yours
I jump the walls and cut the fence
But still have to knock on the door

I beg you for permission
To sit in on this chapter
But I didn't think that I'd get stuck
And not care for what came after

You go to bed next to him
I'm just a whim 
Just a whim
When you've had your drinks in

But why doesn't he come?
He won't bask in the light of your sun.
He listens to all that you've done
But takes the bench for this one

Let me force myself upon you
And you can whip me with the guilt
I've got the better back
So I'll take the weight you might have felt

I'm just a whim

I've done it again haven't I?
Thinking im better or clever or sly
It's impossible for me to live a lie
So when I say I can't be with you I have to tell them why

If he tried to match my passion then from your fancy roof you'd sing
But there's a device between our vice
And the ring is the thing

It's not fair

I don't remember what I said
While you were swerving down the road
You're next to him in bed
but you don't want to sleep alone
So I go and think the thoughts that make me eligible for lashes
If this could be our final moment

I wouldn't care if this car crashes

So close those tired eyes
And let's see what happens

But you make it back  next to him
I'm just a whim 
Just a whim
Just a whim 

Somebody buy me a drink.

One of those days,
where life floats in front of your eyes,
as your head swivels round,
life can't keep up with your disguise,
tell me if I'm wrong,
just do it, and I'll be fine,
but I can't see how anything I haven't created,
could truly be mine.
To enjoy, without contribution,
is this life's perfect crime,

To have and to hold,
to write and be bold,
to fit to a mold,
to be the story told.

one of those days,
where you're a foot off the ground,
three feet from the sky,
and your steps make no sound,
point in some direction,
love without affection,
life without confection,
wind without convection,
Paint me in black and white,
I still can't tell you wrong from right.

To have and to scold,
to make and then fold
to light fires, remain cold
to be the story told

to be the story told

to be the story told.

one of those lifetimes,
you have to look back on,
cannot just pass on,
not without a last song,
that punctual moment,
where the smog is the clarity,
you walk to the church,
but dont need the charity,
you stand at the feet, of a bloodied, cracked deity,
from his mouth hear the words, what is it you see in me?

To have and get rolled,
to give and see it sold,
to live but never grow old
to be the story told

to be the story told

to be the story told.

Today I am tornado
Tomorrow I am storm
Today I am destruction
Tomorrow Phoenix born
Today I am the fire
So from ashes rise
Today I am the truth
Tomorrow never lies

Today you are my never
Tomorrow you're today
Today I give you nothing for
Tomorrow to take away
Today you are the beauty
Tomorrow well who knows
But still you tend the garden
Where all tomorrows grow

Today I fight my demons
In my way which might be slow
So tomorrow can be freed of
All today's incipient woes 
I hack Today's full veins
And fill tomorrow's cup
So I may plant tomorrow's morning
And watch the day grow up

Tomorrow there is darkness
That started here today
And all because tomorrow's 
Are just too far away
And so I sit and think of
How to best disrupt the norm
And so
Today I am tornado
So tomorrows just a storm

I won't be there for you,
Can't care for you,
My heart tears for you,
But I don't know where it lies,
Do you?

I'm not coming to lunch,
I'm not coming to dinner,
You won't see my face,
Nor anything inner,
I've made a new family,
From thread of a new spinner,
Our patchwork is of skin
We make brothers like we're kinners.

I won't share with you,
Can't be there with you,
This is all your issue,
Now you you want me at your side,
Wish you.

Wish that you had been,
Something of an admin,
Something of a book fiend,
Instead of just a cold wind,
Wish you had been anything,
That could have taught me how to win,
Or know this feeling from within,
Or teach me how to keep a friend.

But no.

You had to spend this 23 years figuring out how to get out of it.
23 years spent weeping and moaning every second that I ever doubted it.
Where's my rock? Where's my home? Where's the words I should have shouted?
I've got nothing. I'm alone. And you all just watched and ******* allowed it.

I have no brothers in my blood.
My sister to me linked by thread we've spun.
I have no interest in what was.
Gee, you're family sure looks fun.
I guess to you I'll run.
Cause with mine I'm ******* done.
And I'm sure I'll be the only one.

What do you do? When the world is this unfair to you? I should just start lying cause they say it hurts to be true. It hurts to be left. It hurts to be dropped. What's worse it feels nothing, to be nothing, when your within has been chopped. Severed from waiting. Severed from chance that your hands will be waving to bring me on back. What do you do when these words are all you have and you read them to yourself so something that makes sense can talk back. Must write them. Must write them down so no one can ever forget. Until my dexterous fingers with blood they drip wet. But no one will see because no one can read them. Till up the ground and you plant them. You seed them. But nothing ever grows when the sun turns its back. No one ever blossoms with their life spent like that. You wouldn't believe me if you told you anyway. That these are my demons, with your mind they will play. No sense could be made even day after day. So just like the others. You fly fly away. It's ok. Ill just live in roulette, I'll keep my head spinning so I can't feel the regret that clings to the walls of the brain I was slewn. That makes walk round the body that sings its hollow tunes. Scripted I rise. Unscripted I fall. Don't tell me you love me. Cause I never had any parents at all.

I'm waiting for the perfect girl,
I'm painting her in my mind,
I'm not using my hand or my arms because soon I hope to be blind.
I don't want to see, hear, taste, smell or touch,
for life is measured in seconds and sensors, and relatively I've had enough.
I've had enough of your radiance,
enough of your beauty,
In trying to describe it I've done more than my duty.
If our love was flawless, had mercy, a sensory piece of art,
then it would leave me no skin, eyes, ears, tongue or nose
and to leave me perfect,
to leave me scarred and marked,
if it was hungry enough to rip me apart,
catalog all of my senses in measures and chart,
for our love to be perfect,
it would eat my heart.