Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds

They all thought they should do something special
So they decided to build a rocket ship
Throwing a bunch of old plywood together
They then sat around, smoked some more, and planed their spacey trip

Jody spoke up first and said let's go to the moon
But they'd heard that had already been done
That's when he came up with the brightest idea
I know what!  We'll go to the sun!

Go to the sun?!  We may be high but we're not crazy!!
They replied, this ships made out of wood
That's when Jody explained his brilliant idea
Nodding like Bobble Head dolls they all understood

As Jody dug deeper into his intricate plan
All the guys seemed to like it a lot
They would go when it's dark in the middle of night
When the suns put out and it isn't so hot

Since Jody's the genius, they put him in charge
He seems to have a grasp on what's left of his brain
There were four of them but only room for two
They drew straws 'cause they were having difficulty remembering their names

The straws turned out to be the same length
Cutting them, somebody forgot
So they picked Jody as their Captain Kirk
And Jason as his sidekick Spock

Out in left field, the excitement was contagious
Jody yelled, 'To infinity and Beyond'
They knew that quote came from some famous movie
But had a memory lapse so they gave him more Bobble Head nods

At that point they realized they had no engine
Being impaired, not a one of them cared
They all went back down into the basement
And took another kind of trip without going anywhere

I told him I didn't mind
that it was cold in there.
That the wind blew through it
like it was made of mesh-screen.
Or that the idiot next door,
he played the same beat on the drum,
night after night, day after day.
"I don't mind," I said, "that some
ranting, raving, mad woman screams orders
at the drummer constantly, either."
"I don't mind," I told him.
But I couldn't keep the place.
He just assumed I'd meant an apartment,
or a house, maybe some flat downtown.
He's silly. I'd meant my heart.

I wish my hands didn't shake
when I get close to you.
I wish my eyes didn't cast downward
when I get close to you.
I wish my breath didn't hitch
when I get close to you.
I wish I didn't ache for you to hold me
when I get close to you.
I wish I had the confidence it takes
to be close to you.

You're addicting
like a cigarette
hanging between the balance
of almost gone
and not quite there.
Or maybe like
sleeping syrup
to an insomniac
on a cold winter night.
Or like a kiss
to someone who's
been deprived of the love
that's been offered to others.
God.
You're addicting.

I pay no mind
To the sweet sounds what seems to good to be true
For what strikes the ears with the hope & imagination of a child is but a faulty promise
I wish i had a partner in this empty world
To see what is real
That life is overrated and a over due bill
You never catch up
So with my pillow Coving my head
I shield myself from the circus outside my window
I drown in the undertow of whats already meant
Losing the fragments that fragmented me as I sit
And died and then left
I father the broken
All the while im around the disused who bath in a toilet
Crossed fingers
Lazy eyed
Wondering to find there place
Let me gather my Daisies
Condemn the wealth that abandons hungry babies
And let me sleep in peace