Black

Sometimes I wonder who you are,
I don't think I ever knew who you were
Another boy not yet a decent man
someone people don't understand.

They all said you wouldn't get far
I don't think they ever knew who you were
Forging broken hearts and mending broken hands
Someone people don't understand

A pale face now painted white
Giving up on non believers
Sewing together a fragile life
Made up of constant fever

This is a revelation of a boy

Lost Angeles

She's not alone
She's not alone

I'm definitely not the wisest

With no ideas in the slightest
Of how I'll ever deal with you (you're not alone)

The parked car of my desires
Watching words like your tripwires
As if I'll get my hands on you (you're not alone)

Here today, now gone tomorrow
Here returning your time borrowed
Red lining your lips like a stop light
Telling me, "Don't pass on the left"

She's close to whoever's close to her,

A bombshell with a short fuse for cute

A gal with a middle name made of danger,

Custom tailored with a bit lip just for you

Boots made of suede treading broken bones

She's not alone, she's not alone.

I see that you're spoken for
Newspapers based on the penned lore
Second headings focused on you (you're not alone)

Pulling strings, well I imagine
Just a hobby, satisfaction
Are Broadway's lights lit for you? (you're not alone)

My life belongs on loop on the 80's silver screen
A lesson to those who wear their hearts on their sleeve
Boys standing in the rain, ruining their paper crowns
They're getting up twice as hard as they're being put down

Gone Starfishing

This time I'm aiming to speak English
No more waiting for the dawn of your arrival
Getting the words out there at once
I'm banking that I can make you smile

When the time finally comes,
I'll be leaning against the same theater wall
With the majestic lettering of my signature
Will I be there to catch you if you fall?

I'll just take a breathe, inhaling what you have to say
Trying to get away from our ambiguous first date

Who will I have to face?
To take you out to coffee?
Even though it's not your favorite
I know I'll find something in common

Hey there Ms. Take Her or Leaver, what do you say?
Can I have a chance to hang on your words?
Like a star out of orbit, our lips touching sherbet
My heart runs on panic, ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?

I'll hold you like our conversations
Scraps of sentences drip from my mouth
I'll give you help when you need a hand
And you'll my anchor when I'm in the clouds

I've got nothing more to offer than myself
Lost a chance at a renewed glory
Just a boy falling into Twilight Zones
Where I'm far from one and only


Hey there Ms. Take Her or Leaver, what do you say?
Can I have a chance to hang on your words?

My heart's fueled by your chase, both our fish ran away
Ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?

In the Rain

There's a certain kind of holding on
Where I'm holding my breathe
Seeing what your next move is
And if it's worth the threat

Is it worth the holding back?
The unconscious bit of waiting
Seeing what exactly lies ahead
And if it's degrading

How many roads must this girl walk down
Before we can eliminate this broken frown?
The wet pavement, the reflection of her lament
She's got no one to dance with in the rain

I wanted you to hold me even closer
But there's no point in the end
With the result always the same
Seeing this same scene try to mend

Am I that damaged record,
Best only for the sense of display
Dressed up for the glass case
Never to be put down and played

There's a certain kind of holding on
Where the rain falls down around us
Where the troubles can't touch us
Keeping  calm while the world falls down

Dorothy

Dorothy, today
Today, she went away
Gone from me today
The skies still hanging gray

Headline were smudged
The clouds reigning above
Her crooked smile
That I've always loved

She was taken away
A wicked allusion
She was taken away
Though I never had her

Her rose cheeks permanently blushed
Her eyes filled with a certain kind of lust

She was taken away..

Day-glo

She's got Day-Glo hair
and loves sunflower seeds
But I think she thinks
She's too cool for me
All she does is sit there quietly
Does she ever think of me?

Why would she, why would she?
I'm not her type.
My hair's cut short
and my pants aren't tight

Well why would she, why would she?
I couldn't tell
To her parents she's an angel
But where's her rebel yell?

Her life's made up of
Verses and melodies
But I see she sees
Another free feeling
All she does mumble half-heartedly
Does she ever speak of me?

Welcome Back

Have you ever felt the end?

Creeping on you like a tiger

Making its last kill?

Have you ever broken down?

Dragged out until your skin

Felt like fresh road kill?

Well now you know

The end is not quite so far away

As it makes its way through my bones

The lightning veins in my face

Strike only to remind me that I'm alone

So welcome back

Welcome back to my head

Make sure you feel at home

You sure as hell might as well

Put your feet on the furniture

Like you fucking own the place

Why'd you land when you finally fell?

Well now you know

That black hole in your stomach

Hungry for the dripping of your heart,

For who you had to pick

While mine sat in apathy for its kick start

So welcome back

Driver Tonight

Here's a song I used to sing with my dad
I'm singing now with a girl with a flower for a name
Watching her lay on the carpet, in for the night
Christmas lights lining the room in May

There's a vague scent since the years before
A pheromone trail that directed me nowhere
I sulked on over to a city made of twilight
Just a poor ol' mitty riding on a lucky mare

I can't stand, I can't listen
I can't remember your words of wisdom
It's been a long time since I saw you as a driver
As I sat in the front seat, born not a beggar

The neon is never all I need
Steel town blood is all I'll bleed
A flaneur with good taste in friends
Will you be my driver tonight?

Another city block I've never walked down
Still familiar to the paragon lurching in my head

I still see your faces on every lonely passerby
Ripping part of my heart out for having been misled


I can't stand, I can't listen
I can't remember your words of wisdom
It's been a long time since I saw you as a driver
As I sat in the front seat, born not a beggar

The neon is never all I need
Steel town blood is all I'll bleed
A flaneur with good taste in friends
Will you be my driver tonight?


Here's a song I used to sing with my dad
I'm singing now with a girl with a flower for a name
Watching her lay on the carpet, in for the night
Christmas lights lining the room in May