I guess I wouldn't mind a pony
Or candy, friends, sony's
Spider-Man
On DVD and bluray
I wouldn't mind a brand new camera
Or a way to understand you
And knowing what to say
I guess that'd be okay
But really what I want to do
Is to get to see you
Again

I have a great aunt
Wild light grey hair shoots out of her leathery wrinkled scalp
She's in the nursing home she desperately wanted to avoid
And she's been bordering death for years now
But her eyes still light up when I go to her room
And I hear her screech missus baby it's been a while!
And she smiles and she cackles at whatever I say
And grasps my hand
But I'm not the only one who visits her
Her mother does, sisters, more recently her brother
And they've been gone for a while now
And everyone says aunt dolly is crazy
But I think she's just about the sanest person I know

Words are hard to use
The ones that mean something are so heavy on my tongue that I can't push them out
And the ones that don't fly out like a bag of crumpled paper poured in front of an oscillating fan
But spreading crumpled paper everywhere like that
Is littering
There are some people who were born with words in their mind and rhythm besides beat beat beat in their hearts
And everytime they breathe in or out it's a miracle, something to praise
And every sound they hear is a symphony
And the words are still heavy
But they bear that weight with pride
And the pain that comes with it
She wonders why talking is hard for me
She doesn't understand the concept of a weaker tongue
Tells me to open up the vault
And I've tried before
And I'm trying now
But I think it hasn't been open in so long
It rusted shut
And I have paragraph on paragraph I want to tell anyone who will listen
I want to scream to the sky
I want to pull off of my tongue and throw as far as I can into the ocean of the past
So I can watch it sink and never worry about it again
And I think even now that I can't
Even as I am pouring the first one into these lines right here right now
But I have the rock in my hand
All that's left to do is hurl it into the sea

He woke up in a white room
Surrounded by men in white coats
Begging his momma for water
And Robin had to watch through the window
As he cried
Convulsed
And the men said no
She had to watch her son
As the doctors pulled the plug
They say heavens a better place
And I think that's true
And I think he'll be happy,
Eating Mimi's cooking,
Watching his family from up there,
But Robin,
Little bird,
How long will it be until you can fly up to your son?

The sun feels nice on my skin through the car windshield
As I sit in the grocery parking lot
And the leaves are that yellow-green and red color,
Still hanging on to the trees
And I am sick as well as alone
But I can see my mother walking towards me
And I know she will come sit beside me
And she will take me home

Whatever endeavor I choose to try
Whatever a feather can make you fly
Whatever did sever the old mans head
Whatever does tether a life to dead
Whatever pulled lever can make a change
Whatever a leather for foot can't save
Whatever a word may mean to mean
Whatever a heart can seem to seem
And whether words heard can be true
That fate can control what we may do,
Whatever forever fills in the spots
Of questions, of ises, and of nots

Isn't it fun
Finding out your cousin is in the hospital
That you probably won't get to see your only friends
8 hours away
Because you may be attending a funeral
For a guy you grew up with
Who's only twenty
Who may need a heart transplant
Or who may not live long enough to get his name on the list
Who you've always seen every thanksgiving, every Christmas,
Who you played football with and ate fried oysters
And you can't talk to anyone about how you wish you had at least the semblance of normality in your life
Because they'd think you're complaining about the inconvenience of your cousins funeral
Instead of what was really happening
About everything building up
And me not being able to deal with it
And me not being able to sleep at night
And me not being able to talk to anyone
Because I've never made a real friend
And the only people who have to care about me
Are fading out faster than the light in my eyes
And I don't really have much
And he has a whole life
And a girl friend
And real friends
And why couldn't it have been me?