"time for the quarterly internet rabbit-hole of your early life.
are you going to spend the next hour looking for pictures of an old mall?
or by finding out the real reason why the first movie theater burned down eleven years ago?
or perhaps look at how your favorite grocery store has changed?
how about we look at the once empty fields that are now occupied by mattress stores?
then will you end it by crying yourself to sleep? wondering why you cannot remember any of it all? why you cannot make sense of being a child? did you ever become conscious before 2012? are all these hazy memories just dreams? did you even exist in any of it?
While I lie awake In the dead of night My body shakes Nothing seems to stop the pain I’ll tell myself it’s okay But I can’t seem to convince my brain
I’ll turn up the music Trying to block it all out It bounces off my bedroom walls Leaving a sweet sound of the ivory keys Flowing through my mind Slightly tainted by the echoes of talking lovers Reminding me of you And how free I felt When you were next to me
Did you feel the sparks flying That night we went driving Singing in town With the windows down That’s when I knew I wanted you to be mine
And when you asked for my favorite song My mind went blank Cause you're my favorite sound
But your heart is so hard to find So mines going back into hiding It’s a lost fight Hopefully this music will make me feel alright.
Leaf litter sheep **** verdant verges flowers that smell foreign but aren’t wet earth telling truth moves to concrete and tarmac who lie often and heat is turned to memory steps from animal tracks to animals tracked have tumble drier breeze mocking those prior flowers **** smoked appreciatively to thank the peace as if laws don’t exist and the lick of car exhaust to recall poison and then home
I’d rather be an empire builder a lonely artisan in the deserts outside of Las Cruces with the sunshine on my back chasing destiny down a steep cliff of Mesquite and milkweed to Mexico City where the children smile in the streets and then on to the Guadalupe Mountains where I’ll feel the loneliness of my dreams and make my way back to Small Town America where I’ll sit on the front porch and revel in a much simpler destiny as you walk through the front gate to greet me.
i wanna touch your hands and dance with you tonight our feet touch the ground dance around through city and lights now i look at the stars to keep you in my life i'm frighten now without you here tonight