Bake up, tomorrow we can change our lives,
So many disappointments about town tonight,
Pine is down on its needles
Moon's not coming down from its rise,

Bake up,
Sad numbers are selfie pictures
Taken in thick make up,

My mother’s black eye
Always found it best
To get in the last word

Once her head was a hole in the wall
Last word kept on coming

Age is much more than a number
It is the saddest number of all
Edge of a feather is sad too
It is a sad place to stand
Even in fair weather

The good old days that were never here are gone now
And the new days keep on coming
Like her last words

Winter, winter mornings
What you going to promise, promise me
Winter, winter morning
You might have been the diamond
Wasted like a diamond,

Wasted love
Untasted love

I am walking all your blocks
Onward to hopeless
***** passing ***** by
An asbestos blanket to wrap the homeless
A man who knows his worth
So falsely

The cold is painful
There's a ditch with my name in it
As the sun shines so brightly

Please don't see me, you see so kindly
Your kindness kind of gets to me
I still have some things left to lose

the thoughts are never capable
so the clothes are always too tight
with short lived pauses of too big
once they have stretched out of shape

the unemployed summer has passed
the moths and their stealthy summer nights
live on
every sweater has three holes in the exact same places

life is never where you want it to be
as you live it wearing chewed up old sweaters

well that's misspent for you
sewing them holes up with the wrong color thread
waving hello to what ever is left
something about embarrassment no longer being a deterrent

the harder it rains, the more useless the umbrella
the more you need it,
the more useless the umbrella

gone and blown the other way

dumbest thing you ever did in your life
i've done that all too
one dumb thing leads to another dumb thing
such a looped refrain
some dumb things just go together

one dumb thing
then another dumb thing

walking on the busy sidewalks
of chicago the overheard woman
i was watching
was talking friendly to the man beside her
about something he was not interested in
he walked away from her
midsentence

i went home and never forgot that

7 or 8 years later,
i was walking to work in south lake union
IT guy with the too long hair
caught up to me
and complained about his boss

i didn't know what to say
crossing arms crossed tight
conversation dying at the crosswalk
and he walked on ahead
as my hands looked for pockets

one dumb thing beside another dumb thing
such a looped refrain to keep on playing

i held on to what was left
of my unlit joint
and listened to tom petty
remembering to be afraid

what was left was wrinkled
i thought about today,
what i said, how i couldn't
all of that

sometimes he sings casa dega
it would be better to stay silent,
so much better,
but it's like i read
a conduit
too bad

i need to forget to forget
but i can't flinch from it

i remembered to be afraid
soon, soon
they'll believe everything they've heard

what was left was wrinkled
sometimes he sings casa dega

i held on to what was left

my window was so open
they could have just come in
and got me

had i had a heart attack
they were high enough
on their ladder
they were close enough
putting out a fire

it would have been perfect timing
my window was so open
they could have just come in
and got me

my brother introduced me
to tom petty

i came here by mistake
my ten year nightmare
all for no one, all for nothing
last five by mistake
i came here by mistake

i mistook you

king, king nothing
the saddest thing
all the possibility you kept on killing
everything about you
will always be too mean

i mistook you

back in chicago
back then
sleepless in the dark
at least i wasn't back in seattle
back then

i met someone i didn't know
i'de wish i never left unknown
back in chicago

five of them rode in the car,
the boyfriend, the girlfriend
the friend of the boyfriend,
the friend of the girlfriend
and the friend of the girlfriend's friend

the car pulled over to the side of road
in front of the high school's school yard
across the street from an apartment complex

the friend of the girlfriend's friend got out of the car,
crossed the street
and knocked on the door of one of the apartments
she might have rang the doorbell,

either way, the door was answered
by the sixth person,
gay, teenage, and racist
wore a lot of make-up and had referred to the girlfriend
as little brown girl everytime he had talked to the girlfriend's friend
on the phone, at school, after school
"little brown girl"
he kept on calling her that
said he could never be friends with "little brown girl"

"too brown"
he said

if he didn't already have his make-up on
when he answered the door
then he was putting it on
while the girlfriend waited in the car
with the boyfriend, the boyfriend's friend
and the girlfriend's friend

when the boyfriend, the girlfriend,
and the boyfriend's friend got out of the car
and hid behind the bushes on the sides of the highschool
the friend of the girlfriend's friend walked him out
to the front of the highschool
and the boyfriend, girlfriend, and boyfriend's friend
all ran out from behind the bushes

he certainly had all his make-up on then,

the friend of the girlfriend's friend ran
and the girlfriend's friend waited in the car
lying down in the backseat

there were some screams as she put her fingers to her ears
screams she happily forgot about later