so inclined
the sun is falling
milestone
[you call that a] poker face?
does it get you?
someday
firmament
too close to you
my room is dark
don't drive away
the sun is falling. it's collapsing underneath the weight of our manifest destiny. she's taking off her glasses. to show us teary eyes. to show us what we've done. once inspired, though i am still asleep on my feet, behind chapped lips, grinding my teeth. the things we do are empty, confused, in need of fixing. the painter paints a toolbox with the colors that he's mixing. and if there's something we should see besides our empty depiction, it's to take away this poison that everyone has been drinking. someone is calling. the phone is ringing endlessly. we're afraid of what we'll hear. when we're taken off the hook, whose responsibility will ever keep us underneath the sun that everyone sheds and leaves behind? anyday now there will be a sunday. nothing will shine except the waste of our way. do you think that you'll be saved and one day flown away? to a place where everyone is still waiting for that day? sometimes i think it's better too, but something steers me clear. 'coz nothing makes less sense than that - we should be happy here. but you can't live with that. chorus.
i never know where to rest my hands when we sit and try to talk it out. and when we're walking to catch the bus your mind is made up for the two of us. sometimes i swear i'm boring you to tears. your blank stare is boring a hole through me. but i don't know what you see on the other side. stretching out time, just because it must pass by. i don't know why it goes by so fast. and it's easier to pretend then to stare at your back because the world it was made in a day and a half. and in my weaker moments i still dream that i'll rebuild it just as fast. and it's enough to say that i'm scared to death when you won't let me help you when you need help. and the distance holds, even when so close. if not now then i will, i will wait, i will wait again. chorus. each change is a milestone. and when i see i'm boring you to death your blank stare is boring a hole through me, that you look through with bleary eyes. and i see your defenses reflected inside. chorus.
a nervous heart beats beside me. the sound surrounding everything. it reverberates in the things we see. my language changing, it's imagery. and does it get you? the period is my best end. it doesn't break but it makes the trend. we move in waves, in principles of unshakeable uncertainty. in the street, the lights explode. the music plays. the pace takes hold and shakes the buildings down. 360 degrees of sound, wrap around, start at my shoulders and breaks right down. and does it get you? your taste a waste - it's more than confidence, narrow-minded. you've given me walls to break. and with my sound surround i've rebounded. chorus. and does it get you? do you feel it too? get up, get out, get lost, get found, get big, get strong, get dressed, get grounded, get set, get yours, get in, get home, get rest, get back, begin. does it get you? do you feel it too?
my momma always tells me that this is a crazy world we live in. the trash that we see on the tv makes her livid. i've been looking for a job for a couple of days and the world just ain't giving. i get dizzy in the day and i'd give it all away to feel the world just quit spinning. and the rain came. and the rain came down. and the rain keeps coming. i'm just sitting around, waiting for the answers to flood in. it's been quite a while since i changed my hair style. it's 'coz i'm lazy. someday i'll say "i told you so...what's up amy?" and the rain came. and the rain came down. and the rain keeps coming. no more waiting around 'coz i need some loving. aw yeah. when i think it's with my mind on my mind and nothing in between. when i wink it's with my eye. don't be shy. she's the best i've never seen, come on. don't talk just walk let the silence pull us in. the noise it never quits and the quitters always win. and the rain came. and the rain came down. and the rain keeps coming. i'm just sitting around. no more waiting around. 'coz i need some loving. aw yeah.
crisp and clean this day is done flying from my crimson tongue. make the date and make it soon. break my plate with soup and spoon. ceramic mugs and peppermint, candle wax for firmament. posture firm and grip so straight. passing through this lemon gate. i drink my, i drink my, i drink my ginger ale. settle into clarity make my bones gain strength beneath me. sip it gone and smoke the last. slip like water as it passed. chorus.
i wonder why you wonder why this is wonderful. you wonder why i overlay and trace you with a pencil. call it a keepsake for me to take. for god's sake this place is celestial real-estate. i am so close to being close to you. so close to too close to the two of you. i pick up on you picking up on his pick-up lines. i listen to the laws you lay and lie about a great time. i'm in no state to wait. i might disintegrate. i'm losing every phosphate trying to keep a straight face. chorus. nothing platonic about you. the planets all orbit around you. around you. chorus.
my room is dark. the only light is lazer red. i think to past. to all the good times that never last. i think of now, while i close my eyes and wonder how i wished away, and every word i'd never say. the world was at my fingertips - a playdough sunshine and red wax lips. i'm trying now to keep my guitar from getting wet. and do you know how? i'm letting go this weak control. i question everything i feel. it's probable i'll never heal. shots of sadness won't make you immune. it's time for a shot of something new. with your brown eyes and her blue skies, i want to scream but no one hears. the sound diffuse, alone and used. in my forest of only me. can't he take away the whisper in dad's weakened voice? glorious? so they say but i want some proof of this. with your brown eyes and her blue skies i want to scream but not one hears. the sound diffuse, alone and used, in this world of uncertainty.
in the station while you catch your breath, wear my shoes for just one thought. for just one more and that's enough simplicity for an eighth note rest. although seamless it may seem to me, i invent and circumvent the hours of pointless arguments with three words and marvel comic powers. arpeggiated go the weeks. things feel weird, it's hard to speak. you'll start the car and i'll say, "don't drive away." the up and down beat lead me in my march around the empty playground where we passed glances and cherry candy back and forth, not this summer but the last. arpeggiated go the weeks. things feel weird let's take a beat. you'll start the car and i'll say, "don't drive away." the tempo slows, our patience goes. still there's two more days before we're out of phase. but no one knows and it shows. chorus.