Oh, man. I took this for granted.
I'm sure I signed this in blood.
I sure did something.
And I have no right to complain but I need to touch this pen to paper.
You can listen up as I drive away to somewhere far.
You hear that?
I didn't think so.
I only hear the sound scratching across my window and the music in stereo.
So, don't ask me for anything because I won't ask you.
I'll just wait to see if 2 works out.
That'll decide whether 1 is something we've taken for granted.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sometimes this street stays quiet. Sometimes it roars like a race track.
And amidst the chaos they'll never realize the beauty they are swimming in.
It'll never feel as fresh than when you first dove in.
And I hate to say it but you're so close yet so far away.
I'm a minute too late but a phone call away.
Now it's my hands tied behind my back.
But they're still your eyes that are too heavy to see.
Closed from an overdose of water and a lack of sleep.
"Thank you," you'll say.
You've now realized the beauty you were swimming in.
It'll never feel as fresh than when you first dove in.
And I hate to say it but you're so close yet so far away.
I'm a minute too late but a phone call away.
Now it's my hands tied behind my back.
But they're still your eyes that are too heavy to see.
Closed from an overdose of water and a lack of sleep.
"Thank you," you'll say.
You've now realized the beauty you were swimming in.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Whose help did you need now?
I hear all that smoke makes you break, out.
Is that why you're letting your roots grow out?
And those nails don't look so good anymore.
Do they to you?
Oh, man. I am in tears for you as I can see your eyes on the verge of bleeding.
It must be hard to smile under all the turmoil.
Then again, it's probably easier to smile than to cry.
Is that why you're letting your roots grow out?
And those nails don't look so good anymore.
Do they to you?
Oh, man. I am in tears for you as I can see your eyes on the verge of bleeding.
It must be hard to smile under all the turmoil.
Then again, it's probably easier to smile than to cry.
And to 6 I am Crazy
You better put it away son.
What?
The piano.
Why?
Just put 'em away son.
What?
The keys to the piano.
My hands?
The sounds that make you sensational.
Oh, but I'm feeling inspirational!.. and no one can hear me.
What?
The piano.
Why?
Just put 'em away son.
What?
The keys to the piano.
My hands?
The sounds that make you sensational.
Oh, but I'm feeling inspirational!.. and no one can hear me.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I’m looking for a shift in the variation.
It's dark outside.
So take me inside and underground.
Show me something new.
The world's full of the riches that we are all fighting for.
I can't wait to see them.
Show me the underground lights.
I have never been.
Take my hand and show me something I've never seen.
Warm me up in this cold bed,
But keep the table lamp on.
I want to see your face in the pale light reflected on the wall.
So take me inside and underground.
Show me something new.
The world's full of the riches that we are all fighting for.
I can't wait to see them.
Show me the underground lights.
I have never been.
Take my hand and show me something I've never seen.
Warm me up in this cold bed,
But keep the table lamp on.
I want to see your face in the pale light reflected on the wall.
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