Broken promises

Showing me the faults in the stars I’ve gazed upon since I was a little one

Are you having a good time?

Sitting there in your holy chair as picture perfect, as clean as a saint can be,

Are you truly sterile? Wouldn’t want an infection when you commence the open heart surgery, you’ve removed it.

I don’t need proof to prove it

They say that once you’ve hit rock bottom it’s hard not to bounce back, you’ve shown me how

With a stiff bow you walk away with the grace of a woman trying to save face in front of a dumb mistake

So save the practiced act, I don’t want your sympathy, I’ll have you know I’ve grown into exactly the man I want to be

I’m not perfect, no. Not to say that wouldn’t be nice. But I strive every morning, every night to do what’s right in the eyes of god.

So don’t bother asking if I’ll remember

Three different Decembers

Every single one marked return to sender

So yeah, it’s burned into my mind

So I doubt you’ll find regret in my eyes

Because You’re **** right I had a good time

But most of these things don’t last and clearly you’re no exception

And sitting with you staring at the cosmos on a blanket built for one made for a hell of a story

But while you were counting headlights I was counting stars

I had my sights set a few miles higher than Paris

I had my sights set on forever

I had my eyes on something a little better

But if it’s earthbound you’ve found that you need

I won’t keep you waiting around


I’m grounded now

No way of telling when or how

But I’m fed up with pretending I’m fin

So look into my eyes and tell my this is a lie

I’m not here to ask for you back in my arms

You can keep your distance

I’m not here to ask if you’re happy where you are

Because you can save it

I’m here to request you return the key to my heart

Maybe you can tell me to get lost, a jump start to get me over this mound of compound emotions

Throw me a rope and I’ll go out to sea

My swimming teacher told me when I was three that if I started to drown I had better find a piece of driftwood

Because I’m a slow learner

Well, it’s been about four years since you made your exit stage left

And I haven’t found any sea scraps quite yet

So I’ll make my way to the bottom of the sea

Maybe someone left a barrel of air down there just for me

I can live among the coral reefs

Become my own living breathing anemone

After all there's fish to feed

So I’ll sink because I’m not how long I’ll be able to tread water here

Not sure if I can steer clear of tears




To be honest my dreams are none of your business


When I woke up the white light blinded all other feelings of strife or fight or flight

I just felt like everything was okay and maybe one day I’ll find the key to happiness or world peace or something

When I opened my eyes I was on a decommissioned battleship

Marines and navy men all around me dressed in all white as if saluting the guy who beat off Lucifer himself with some old guys prosthetic leg

What really punched me in the face was that everyone was crying

Faces both familiar and not

As if the wars we fought were for some ultimate goal, some cause that we just don’t know what it is yet

But I swear jimmy left home for a reason

He left us alone because he had too

He had too

Jimmy didn’t phone home because he had other things to do

He had orders to follow through

Jimmy wasn’t on that boat because he had too

When the grenade came to serenade them with it’s explosive follow through kind of tune he had too

He had too protect those other sons and fathers in the room

But He kept your picture right under that little flap in his helmet because he chose too

Because when hell rained down on his little 3 foot mound of earth and dirt he sat behind he wanted to know that you were close too

When one wrong move ends your journey with family and friends you tend to spend less time worrying about if you’re going to mess up and more time wondering if you could just say goodbye first.