When she talks you can hear the smile
And she does it with such style
You watch from a distance
Your friends offer you assistance
But your too scared
And look a little impaired
So you wait till the fear goes away
and you can go make her day
Then that time has come
To stop looking so glum
You ask her out and she says yes
it was a success

I take a hot long shower
At this odd hour
The sun is long set
As i get soaking wet
The water washes away the dirt
And with it all the hurt
My muscles relax and my brain sighs
In here i sever all ties
The constant sound of water against tiles
So many long miles

Borrowed time and dying love
He craves an answer from above
He  sits with himself alone
Curled up on his bed with his phone
He stares at the bright screen
Wondering what it could mean
He is lost
He gazes at the falling frost
A harsh wind blows
He forgets all he knows
The warm touch of sunshine
The laughs of a good time.
He hides in a cocoon of sheets
Mindlessly checking status updates and tweets
He wishes for a sign
To see everything fine.
He soon falls asleep
Falling into forests dark and deep.

I wear this tattered shirt
It has a little dirt
The sleeves are too long
And the buttons are wrong
It has diagonal stripes
And a little pocket for wipes
Its red white and yellow
People think i am an odd fellow
I wear this shirt everyday
No matter what people say
Even if the tag is in Latin
It may be expensive satin
But i love my shirt
I'll wear it into the dirt.

You've  worn down the souls of your shoes.
Looks like you've blown a fuse
***** hit the fan
your left without a plan
Everyones moving and your standing still
Popping that little white pill
Laughing and singing as time slips away
What do you have to display?
A stroll with no end in sight
A stoner's rich delight
Stand up or stand down
There's no other way around
Time to get new shoes
Time to stop singing the rich boy blues
Get your **** straight
And clear off your plate

They shrink inside their coats
Their voices stuck in their throats
They want to scream in pain
They walk through the rain
Their trench coats a pitch black
Hope is something they lack
They walk a dead man's march
Its hard for even them to watch
They stare at there muddy shoes
As they silently sing the blues
It echoes in there heads
As they long for warm beds
The line seems to be endless
All of them alone and friendless
Empty trench coats marching on
All of them already gone
An empty husk
That will be gone by dusk.

I ride the silence of the night
Wind blows all around me
Trust me its quite the sight
Flying free always free
I open my eyes
Everything is off shade
From the black snow skies
Things burst and quickly fade
The clouds are thin and thick
The cold grips my skin
It chills me quick
I awake in my bed
I am scared
It was all in my head