Gloomy

Rain rain, come to me
Crash on my front window please?
Take away a sunny day
So I don't go outside to play
Let me rot inside my house
And I won't run around and pout

I don't want to go anywhere when the weather describes me so perfectly.
It's so windy and out of control yet it knows what it's doing.

I'm just so lost but I know where I am.

I'm alone and it's exciting. I can't understand why I'm here and I can't talk to you about anything at all because it wouldn't make sense outside of my head.

And even if it did, it wouldn't make sense to you.

Drafted

I think it would be great to be a fictional character.

You'll always be there. People will read about you, hear about you.
Some will like you, some will hate you, but you won't mind.

Some people will like you and learn all there is to know about you.
Some will just know you.
Some will be obsessed with you.

Some will want you to be real so you could really talk to them.
Some will relate to you almost perfectly, like you were modeled after then.

As long as you stick to the right things, you won't die.

And if you die, everyone will miss you.
And when you die, you won't really be dead.
You'll just be buried in the pages you left behind.

There is no real drama. Everything will always be alright in the end.
Even Holden Caulfield knows what he's talking about.

Sometimes it will be predictable, and other times there will be a twist.
At least you'll have safety.

You don't have to worry about whatsername not liking you.
By the end, you'll be together, or at the very least, have an understanding on why it won't happen.

You won't be mad that it'll won't ever work out.

You don't have to worry about dealing with an enemy everyday.
By the end, he'll be dead, the terror gone, or at the very least, you'll have an understanding on why it happened.

You won't be mad that it didn't work out.

When they finally close the book, finish the movie, you're still there, lingering in people's imaginations, hopping from day dream to day dream.

By the end of the tale, you're free.

Artificial Sunrise

The process became automated. Gone was the individuality. Long after man was gone, the renovation of Earth continued through his metallic creations. Though intelligent, there was no individuality, no self awareness. Governments and advances in science continued as usual without question. The androids worked in silence. The whirring of gears was the only sound heard as the world was drowned in UV rays. Work was efficient as the ambidextrous robots quietly constructed new machines and did their routine jobs. Logic was omnipresent and traffic lights became more efficient, supercomputers were more powerful than ever. However, there was no one around to use them. This system could not disband as long as it produced results. The constantly evolving, circumspect programming in the androids always weighed the outcomes of every event and worked to prevent the harsh ones. It begged the question, was there life on Earth?

[It's for my English notes, but I figured I might as well post it here too :P]

Substandard

That girl has silly reservations
I wish I had an invitation
I'm out of the loop and the grapevine
I guess I'll have to get back in line

I wait for her at the bottom of the stairs
Hoping I'm not wasting my time down here
I'm running out of time
She's running out of time

Maybe I need a divine intervention
Not another honorable mention
I'm wasting all her time
I'm wasting all my time

That girl has silly reservations
I wish I had an invitation
I'm out of the loop and the grapevine
I guess I'll have to get back in line
I guess I'll have to get back in line
I guess I'll have to try again sometime
I guess I'm waiting for next time

Last One Out

It all seemed too calm and fine that day
When that paper smell filled our faces

The daylight leaked through those white blinds
and the air was full of it's own changes

Then you stormed in, full of your regrets
and your hands in the air full of empty bets

I finally gave you a chance
What did you do to me?

You've left no choice
No place but back again
Brushing you off
A shoulder of dead skin
Feeling fine, but like in my mind
When the party's over at quarter to five
There's you, you're the last one out

You spat in my face and changed your name
You're tripping up on your troubled laces

There's a drug in the air, I'd like to call it love
But you're still not the girl that I'm thinking of

When you stormed in, full of your regrets
Your hands in the air full of empty bets

I finally said enough
Why couldn't you let it be?

You've left no choice
No place but back again
Brushing you off
A shoulder of dead skin
Feeling fine, but like in my mind
When the party's over at quarter to five
There's you, and you're the last one out


There's finally someone who I know I care about
It might just a bit too much so I keep it to myself

My well being suffers too goddamn much from her
I hang on to her words, and hope that someday I'll hold her..

I finally said enough
I finally said too much
Why couldn't I let it be?

Recovery

I've got a scab where the glass cut through my skin
I've got the piece of glass in case you make me prove it

When the lights come crashing down
and the building catches fire
When the mood is so goddamn tormented
and there's nothing to inspire

There's finally a chance
for some true romance
You can look up to my face
and I can catch your falling glance

When we're at our worst and hanging from our damaged thread
There's nothing to be afraid of, we can live our lives instead

When the lights come crashing down
and the building catches fire
When the mood is so goddamn tormented
and there's nothing to inspire

There's finally a chance
for some true romance
You can look up to my face
and I can catch your falling glance

Crafty

I used to make maps to pass the time
and pretend that the world was mine

Erase the mountains as a mistake
Crumple it up and throw it away

If everyone's treated like an equal
How can everyone be so special?

People begging for the unordinary
With paper and pen it's simplicity

If it's early, like the break of dawn
I want to sit with you on Earth's front lawn

Then with all the drawings I began to observe
that our two lanes could never merge

Then I cried as the president
Blame it all on an accident

With tonight's final whisper
I'll retrace my lakes and all the rivers

I'll try again later tomorrow
So I can disappear from this weeks sorrow