As the devil rises from bed,
the wolf leaves his den.
I grew from the grave.
The country of ghosts and thieves.
You trade in.
You trade in your soul.
Does this eternal fear
bring you back home?

The somnambulist son,
to whom dreams come no matter
dusk or dawn
laying in bed awake.
Feeling every tear
on my shoulder shed.
How many have i held?
Tears falling into
skin. Clavicle (for)
acting in retention.
Lachrymal in mention.
Soporific, i cant see it.
Time for the drunks to head home.

She hummed fireworks
With our eyes closed
What will i find on my hands next
Standing on air
Illuminated by nothing
My eyes shine in the night
Moving by a trick of the mind
This point wont move
Adventure thief

lay in blue
take in the colors
while my eyes take in you
brushed by me
my fingers run down
they'll study your body
Questions and answers
will i ask as they reach me
smiling i just listen
i want this moment
have i been here before

The only life you've ever lead
are the reoccurring dreams inside your head.
I see you and i know there there is magic,
But i haven't felt it in years.
I cant feel it here.

Too bad.
I know its there.
I asked you if you kissed him.
You said in the parking lot.
we laughed.
I follow with my eyes
I know there is nothing there.
Blinking one eye at a time.
Maybe we'll end on this.

2 years till bored.
The fall holds me in.
I tripped over the cord
to my guitar.

My ears grow cold.
Behind blind eyes, bored.
I tripped over the door
to my bedroom

You're the cold hands that keep me stubbing my fingers.
You're the cold feet tapping my knees, kick me in bed.
Keeping me moving just to stave the chills from running on me,
with the smiles from me. We aren't quite sure what they mean.

2 years till
the fall holds me in.
I tripped over the cord
to my guitar.

just to stop

you're the cold hands,
you're the cold feet,
you're everything
holding me back.

I ride along,
I ride alone.
No one to know.
No where to go.

I ride again and I ride tonight alone
drifting through the infinite
drifting with these bits of rock
not cold or hot
my friends drift off.

No attachment to thee
its not really free
not trapped but infinitely alone
anyone I meet will have no attachment
to me

I had dreamt of this last night
but i forgot during the day

Now the breeze is blowing me back
cant seem to keep my eyes open

The window as small
lets the life in

The leaves rattle
lets the life in

You laugh in your sleep,
I'm oppressed in mine.
Drifting leaves will storm the sun.
Floating cinders in the sky.

Please turn these tapes.
Please record this sky,
so i can understand this place,
and don't lose this time.

'cause i feel twice.
Once in the past,
and again now.

Some period periodical
Trying to eliminate those free radicals.
She asked me the color of my eyes
I said blue, laughed then walked away.
All the hang ups
Old room mates
Late night calls asking the wrong name
Only to hang up at hello
Its alright
Its never anyone i want to talk to
Those people know not to call

Thief, Thief, with the broken knee
Thief, Thief, with the guilty conscience
and a reputation to be thoughtless

Liar, Liar, Cant hide away
Liar, Liar, is the one calling "Liar"
wellness isn't a state of mine

They've introduced fire

Bleed, Bleed, You're a murderous breed
Bleed, Bleed, you chit in the reed
Your army is two fewer than one. (just you and you're gone)

Your eyes, your eyes
you cant look me in the eyes

your eyes
they lie
we lie
we lie.

In my mind I'm constantly practicing this speech
that's probably going to be my eulogy

In my mind I'm rehearsing
In my mind I'm going over this

You apologize, but what does that mean?
Would it mean it wouldn't have happened if you only knew
would your actions have changed?
no, but its not that it was stolen
its that i let go of an empty shell,
a fragment of its former self
not the thing i once knew
and you took that.

That's what you think you stole from me
something for which you felt
you owed an apology.

The blood on my hands is purely yours
I could wash it off though.
I don't know if i ever would want to.
we are alone because we are simply to small to notice

Nothing in my mind
that can make me more interesting

There is nothing I can do
to seem important.

There is nothing I can become
to be the one.

I will have never been and
that's the fear that consumes me.

This is what it feels like
when you're unable to win.
This is what it feels like
when you're betrayed at every turn.

Cheshire cats will grin,
and I will be
amongst them

we said
I've been awhile
I've been along
we've taken all of our time.

you viewed me in the branches
you've seen me in the light
this tree has faded
the suns burnt
and its all gone to night

"Chased around"
she sung in the night
I can no longer relate
I know what they mean,
and i knew when i thought the same
but i can no longer relate.

Hands above the bed
orbs above our heads
counting fingers
pressing against the air
trying to see but nothing is there
the young man nailed to the wall
with the dark circles under his lies.

Which shadow is yours?
You're a prisoner staring at the wall.
Which shadow do you fear?
Which shadow is yours?
why even both
the shadow in front is just the body in back.
Fear no shadow at all.
as you're blind, bound, and beginning to fall.
what is sight, if you see what is not there.
Your love for him is a phantom limb.
What you feel isn't there at all.

A slow song
like ***
the lights blue and dim
my eyes are down.

My head is too.

Some motor running
at 6:00 in the morning
as i drink two pints
and feel stronger
pipes leak red
as i start to wander.

this is the side of me i want you to see
the part that skips stones like shooting stars
the side where i sway to the rhymes in my mind with a glint in my eye
this is the side of me i want you to see
where i laugh through the night
and dream through the day where we'll adventure through any rainy day
the break through to the sun on the silver side of those clouds so white
some times i feel talkative
and some times i feel negative
but some times the moon sets a little too soon
and there's no sun on the other end
well i look around and there
isn't a spot for me to go
so i go inside but ill try to hide
from all of you

I see it walk
sails to the moon
some other color
like black on blue
I feel it walk
can you feel it too
I want to
feel you

Oh whats this burning behind my eyes
Between these dreams and memories
The only thing that i believe in
isn't the memories
its these dreams
if they were real
it wouldn't have turned out this way
but my eyes are to the future.
that always turns into
this faded present day
it never turns out
your chem trail find
has left you behind

The pain that hides in my belly.
I saw an angle as that
Molotov burst on
The windshield of the car
She was sitting inside
Closed her burning eyes

I could always climb trees so much higher at night
with some goal
to reach that moon to leave this place
I want to move
like wind on the tops of trees
I want to write a cliche
with ***** fingers
and chipped nails
nodding off.