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Library Park or Goodbye Comely
I lied before when i said i was only uploading one song today.6
Sorry
The Website is a bit disheveled it will all be better by the end of the day, cross your fingers though.
getting a webcam today,
hopefully i will upload some videos, also, i am fixing up the website..
the Water is Poison
i got your back,
in this city of crows
where their followin’ eyes,
judge every broken lever you pull
i got your back
lest your turn your back on me girl
so long as you make it home,
don’t matter where your feet roam,
ill guide you,
home.
i got streets,
breathin’ down my neck
where impeccable failure
meets impossible threat.
i got these streets,
starin’ me dead in the face,
to live in the city of crows,
takes impeccable grace,
i want your,
grace.
well, i’m coming back,
out this city of crows
you can keep your followin’ eyes,
i got my worn out shoe soles,
i got your face,
swimmin’ round in my head,
you tell me the water is poison,
i tell you there is death in my bed,
your in my,
bed.
Street Corner Confessions
god is in the cast away,
the old and the forgotten things,
the flotsam in the gutter and,
the deadman’s wedding ring.
the halo of street lamps against the mist,
the artificial amber glow,
that changes the color of,
that purple ribbon round your wrist.
its street corner confessions after three am,
go ahead and keep your sins we got,
and can you ever really know,
anybody else?
why do we always fall in love,
with strangers?
and the sunrise is always better when,
you stayed up all night, talking to someone new.
and you scream aloud about all those things
you only whisper ‘bout for years,
and you don’t have to explain your tears.
its street corner confessions after three am.
its street corner confessions after three am,
go ahead and keep your sins, we got all the ones that matter.
and can you ever really know,
anybody else?
why do we always fall in love,
with strangers?
you can never really know,
anybody else,
that’s why we always fall in love…
Smilin' Way to Easily
happiness is saturday morning cartoons,
eatin’ breakfast in the living room,
and knowing you have off from school,
its wearing the same old red sweatshirt
i gave you when you went away.
i hope it kept you warm and safe,
you look a little worn and frayed and,
your smiling way to easily,
i wanted you to spit it out,
why couldn’t you,
just,
spit,
it,
out.
and i don’t want to love you,
if it means i’m gonna have to hurt you,
and i don’t want to own you,
i just want to control ya’
loneliness is that front porch swing,
collecting dew in the fall,
the seats a little damp and cold,
and there ain’t no one sitting next to you,
ain’t no one sitting next to me,
so what are we gonna do,
it all ‘cuz you just,
smile way to easily,
i wanted you to spit it out,
why couldn’t you,
just, spit it out.
and i don’t want to love you,
means i’m gonna have to hurt you,
and i don’t want to own you,
because i cant control you.
Alabama Slingshot
young man on an alabama sling shot,
don’t know what he wants or even what hes got
tryna learn a lesson from the sky,
how to accept death or how to fly,
with an out right risk to his mortality,
and a sudden spike in his velocity,
he attempts to achieve a single moment of clarity,
and its a
sling shot ride
oh yeah,
sling shot ride.
and he careens so serenely through the air,
and its as if,
he never wants to come back down,
i mean would you?
really?
if you were way out there,
would you?
young man on an alabama sling shot,
don’t know what he wants or even what hes got
tryna learn a lesson from the sky,
how to accept death or how to fly.
with an out right risk to his mortality,
and a sudden spike in his velocity,
he ‘s the first alabama man in outer space,
and its a
slingshot ride,
a slingshot ride.
Out of Control
Don’t know what i’m doing ‘cus i’m outta control
only three days till sunday and i’m losing my mind
thursday mornings make me want to implode
i get a rush from self-delusion so i pretend i’m alright
but i’m not
you know i’m not
just say i’m
i’m feeling fine
but i’m not
you know i’m not
just tryna float on by
don’t know what i’m doing ‘cuz i’m outta my mind
due to this savage self surrender of all that is mine
and it used to be we could stand up for whats right
but now we’re all way to busy tryna fight to survive,
but i’m not
no i’m not
just tryna
float on by
though i’m not
you know i’m not
because you been right here with me
the whole time
and your numbness
is addicting me
i don’t want to remember what its like to feel
i said you numbness is addicting babe,
and i don’t want to remember what its
like.
Not Brave
I’m so sorry i was not brave,
even after you asked me not to be afraid,
it was your doubts did me no good,
how come you never believed i could,
well im still strong,
im still strong.
and like an addict im smoking plastic tryna get my fix of you,
feeling slighted handed nothing,
when even abuse would do,
well im still strong,
im still strong,
and im so sorry i was not brave,
even after you asked me not to be afraid.
