Step 2

Hey Sarah, I think that's a nice name
I like your face and the words you say

Hey Sarah, any advice for a growing guy?
You're living your life and still asking, "Why?"

Que Sera, Sarah?
We were gonna connect
But you don't believe in the net

Que Sera, Sarah?
We were gonna connect
But I'm left looking at the back of your head

Oh Sarah, how'd you learn to fly?
You didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye

But Sarah, will you still walk around the campus?
Making friends though you're new and have no one to trust?

Que Sera, Sarah?
We were gonna connect
But you don't believe in the net

Que Sera, Sarah?
We were gonna connect
But I'm left looking at the back of your head

Slick

I open my hand til my skin becomes taut
Only to find that I'm red-handed, that I've been caught
Said she thought that I was a great catch
Meanwhile baiting her hook for a chance at discovery,
channeling her fears into a single factor,
creating a quantity of problems to be multiplied
I won't lie; I take it standing still with her voice in my face
Masking the glassing of the planet, she didn't plan anyway
Didn't bother to plan it.
Instead, she got a different plan in her head
Gonna run the place the way, gonna jog her mind
with a mile a minute coming out all of the time
I don't need this, it definitely isn't healthy
So I hit the town, total downtown knock out
Clock cleaned with the power of Pine-Sol
Saw the person I was looking for,
per chance her percent of effort was a hundred and four
To get right in front of me
Left to get a drink and get back to me
Where's the issue here, I've got plenty to see
She's pretty, oh so pretty, just like a magazine
I couldn't see her halo because she said she left it at home
Along with the rest of her games because she said she was laying it low
Said she was hit with bricks from her family affairs, no fair,
Not a single chance of fresh air, only a chance of rain
Scattered showers part of her daily routine
She's laying around sulking instead of staying clean
Her first night out spending something other than time
And killing it rather than her precious mind
Over dumb founded founding morals, and rules
Rulers that created them to be broken
Like off the back of your hand once the teacher's done croaking
Said she was tired of problems with math involved
Her father plus another equaled something not easily solved.
Until I heard the name, feeling sheepish and hollow
Sleepy, and almost fell down as I swallowed
the news like a bird with the word
Remembering something sickening about my girl
She felt so slick around the older crowd
The colder crowd
The men who had problems talking loud
And I made the connection, Verizon,
connected the dots, the numbers and the sun on the horizon
I was finally free to help this girl recover
Pull the blankets back up and out from under her
And my girl, now my ex, she wonders why I moved away
and am now hanging with the daughter of her beau today.

Ceramic

Is she hot property?
Sorry, you can hardly look but don't touch
She's a celebrity waiting for you to go a bit rough
She's there waiting on you
Waiting on something
Something to come her way
Can't you hear those bones cracking?
Those necks turning?
Waiting on something
Something to come their way
It's the shades, isn't it?
It's the pace, isn't it?
What's flowing through the blinds?
What's their purpose? All they seem to be doing is blocking the light.
That precious light
Preventing another light
Lighting it up
Like she's hot property.
Not even legal and more hits than you know
Need a killer of your self-esteem?
Look no further.
You have your beast to tame.
How does she do it?
She acts like she acts and flows like she knows
how it all turns out in the end.

Typical

It was the kind of coffee shop where they would play Shins music all day if they could away with it, and most of the time, they did. That was the last thought he had before pulling up his hood and stepping out into the uninviting breezes of the afternoon in Pittsburgh. Even the door resisted, as if to tell him, "You don't wanna go out there." What choice did he have? The tambourines kept ringing in his head and he had to pull away. Nothing mutes The Shins in a coffee shop. The brick work in the sidewalk was uneven from wear and the nature of bricks, he'd supposed. Puddles had grown in the wrong places, showing him sea level. He didn't know where he was going, but he needed a walk. He tried to zipper up his jacket for the hundredth time that day, only to expect a different result than the slipping of the teeth and a pointless contraption. He peeked in the coffee shop window before heading off, seeing that the cashier was changing shifts with a teenaged girl. They were a dichotomy of servers, she bright and happy to work in a place that she'd admired since she first stepped in and the twenty-something man leaning up against the back counter with tired eyes. It was the first that made him smile all day and he hid it to avoid embarrassment as he pushed off his hood to run his skinny fingers through his hair. The light drizzle mixed with whatever cream he put in his hair to make it seem as if he was putting forth some sort of effort to be in style. His shadow on the brick wall spoke otherwise. Spikes in random directions, a lanky figure trying to stand straight up. He didn't know if he was doing that to impress himself or others. Maybe standing tall would make him appear more confident, although this was clearly not the case. He wished he didn't know better so he could stop walking and just stare up into the sky, mouth open, waiting to drown until someone cared enough to bump him back into reality.