Watching TV with the volume turned down
Your asleep on my shoulder wearing your night gown
Your fingers are interlaced with mine
On the table theres an empty bottle of wine
Outside the rain pelts the glass
You subconsciously squeeze my hand as we wait for it to pass
A thunderstorm in the middle of spring
You're not used to this kind of thing
You start to shake and i bring you close into my chest
I hold you tight, hoping you would get some rest.
You wake up and i get the ice cream
and we talk about what we dream
We talk about what we love and what we fear
We talk about the things we hold dear
we talk about life and love
and the things up above
We talk until we fall asleep to the hum of rain
and we hold each other and keep sane.

The bullets fall like rain
People bleed all the same
Trapped in a house no way out
Filled to the brim with fear and doubt
Hear the planes roar up above
Look inside your a dying dove
Their two faced. left you here to die
Just a small piece of the American pie
No one knows the way you cried
No ones on your side
Its easy to do things in the dark
So aim true and hit your mark

Laying in the endless grass
Just waiting for time to pass
Time slowly moves
Its runs in well worn grooves
The sky bleeds a bright red
Some things are best left unsaid
People talk and say nothing
useless words are unloving
Thats why i sit in silence
Because half said words lead to violence

Its just a thought
But where did it come from
Your mind gets caught
on what you have become

Being attacked En masse by zubat
Oh excuse me I meant Woobat
Send out my Rapidash
Its a pity it knows flash
I leave a trail of Pokes behind
This is what happens when you grind
Saving up for an expert belt with a buckle
So i can give it to my shuckle
I run into a snorlax
Its ok i relax
I have 99 ultra *****
And one good Stalls
Catch him in no time
Ran into a female Mister Mime
Freaked out i back up into little caterpie
But I already have a butterfree
Spray some repel
Avoid the weepingbell
Make it back to pallet town
Gary and i ready to throw down

Do you smell that?
The hint of death in the air
The passing of a black cat
The monster emerging from his lair
The sound of his claws scraping the ground
His Hearts pumping electric  blue blood
He hears the most finite sound
A body makes a thud
The beggars blood pours out onto the street
He retracts his fangs
And listens to his hearts beat
Over the monotonous beating he hears a pang
He leaps into action
Charging full speed
There is no reaction
only the assurance that something will bleed
The monster is filled with hot lead
The guard shakily holds the smoking gun
The monster is dead instead
Now that guard only goes out in the sun

I hear my train rumbling down the tracks
Get away from this lonesome town
Time to shape up and face the facts
Theres nothing here, my woman left me down
She split. She left with the wind
Left me alone in an empty house
left me ******* and pinned
Only left a little blue blouse
Let my heart bleed out
Right here on the station
I have no doubt
And all the information
Riding my train to salvation
To see the rest of the nation