things had never been more right
i've never done things more wrong
and everything's nothing now
  (i'm still supposed to shine somehow??)

people keep talking to me
  as if they know me
but its so hard to remember
anything other than these raging embers

some of them seem nice enough
  like they honestly care and stuff
but its too hard to focus on friend
  when i can't make the miracle un-end

love dont die
at least for me
it just screams forever
burning broken ragged ravaged fever

call the clowns
and listen closely now
cuz i'm lost without You
lost without You

see in the dark?
of course i can!
aint got no ******* spark
ain't got nothing man

toss all the pebbles into the stream
  none left for Yur window
**** the clown horn's silent scream
  noone needs to Noe

what the **** was i thinking?
what the **** was i drinking?
can't be true
me without You

i was living the dream! like every other relationship and emotion had been the warm up and i was finally where i really belonged, and i wasn't taking it for granted, I swear!! i was completely aware what a miracle WE were and I was doing everything i could imagine to nurture, to kiss caress laugh smile both of our souls, and instead i killed it

i believed in finally finding FINE
because it was pure and perfect
PURE FACT!!
but it could never have been forever
cuz i am the king of forever is never

another soul fracture
  as pure pours impure
the tender taste of bitter tears
  ****** noose burns taint my beer

once again nothing makes sense
even less so than ever before
  and I can pretend no pretense
    as I am slammed into fornevermore

my heart can't quite beat right
another anxiety attack in sight
no chulahoma to make this right
  just a ****** country version of the blues night

and when there won't be another then
  this **** up is the worstest sin
cuz im the best ive ever been
  but too late for the right when
and Yur gone
  and that will forever go on and on

but shall Yur being funnest fullest friend
  mean we find a way not to end
or will all that remains of You
  be just another tattoo?

sometimes life is a country song

your dog is dead
  you can't breathe
    you heart hurts
       and everything is wrong

Broken up with
  Broken
torn apart & terrified
  my miracle life has died

Best it's ever been
  to worst it's ever been

You must miss me
  must miss the kiss of me
The break had to make You ache
MISTAKE

I can write now what will still be
years after You've forgotten about me

in the myriad of mirrors in my mind
  Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine
every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment
they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint

reflections refuse to fade
each an inflection of Yur voice
  a forever of Yur face
   a reminder there ain't never been noe choice

every pissant poignant poet
weaving emotion images with their words
all the cunning linguist lyricists
singing lies and lines they think you've never heard
didn't actually feel any ******* thing
knew not one iota beyond nothing
of life
of love
of living in love

pathetic paintless portraits
(tattoos on a corpse)
empty echoes of nothing notes
(dealt by the deaf and the dead)

but I bet it's not their fault
they probably never felt a real fall
a feather float race up the rapids
with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits

Not so for this man who be me
my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity
I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along
our feather mountain biking heaven-strong

Of course our river was an awesome flow
(a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow)
And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow
cuz I had You to Noe

yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow
the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now

here I am again
a millennium worse than i've ever been
fetal black rose petals
dead dull dried
all their thorns' tears cried

no light left in my once bright blue eyes
dead and drowned and dried out
  cried out
  ashen grey
  nothing evermore to say