What is this?

Oh girl, you're the coolest
Even when your love is ruthless
If I stare into your eyes
I don't see exactly what's behind them

If I catch your glimpse, I'll look away
Trying to defend your God given birthright
To stand there without pulling all that attention
Tripping up their hearts, kick 'em while they're down

Behind those doe eyes lies what you call awkward
Leaning against the bar, playing with your hands
Crossing your legs, and preparing your lips for pucker
But in the end, who will be your knight, your own silly motherfucker?

Okay

It looks like you're a
little bit worse for wear
Just rough around the edges
As if you would even care

You're a poster on the wall
Pinned up for the world to see
Dust hanging off of your eyes
Watching from empathy

But it's okay
Even if the ride's rough
There's nothing to discuss

It's okay
You still can't define love
Or bottle up your passion

It's okay, okay?

Homesick where your heart is
So thirsty for a tuned out town
Feeling orange complications
Swallowing what used to be a frown

But it's okay.

Maybe

She's so fair, so yes and no
Take a guess, so maybe so

She's straight forward
Right on target
With nothing in between

A calorie counting
World perspective
From the extreme

Would you believe me?
Look, your seams will leave
With no thanks to me

My voice might be off-key
And your lips still land locked
But I will do whatever I can
To keep your jaw dropped

So maybe so.

Exhale

She's so good in a pair of heels, a maneuver unpredictable,
she feels the floor in her heart through the vents,
circumstance is her name tonight.

A touch here, a listen there
Where is her conscience tonight?
Lost in the street, drowning in the thought of my last name.

That's all she wanted, all she ever needed at this moment in time,
Before it blew off with her covers.

Cover charge, bed time, closing time
Don't lie, just lie with me.
For the time being, who is this you're seeing?
A different person, a new perspective.
How do you like it?

It's a male you can't exhale, for once.
It's calling out your name. And you love it,
Oh you love it, yeah you love it
Don't deny it, do or die it,
You're so enthralled dancing in your ballgown,
going down in the history of your paper towns.

The final straw that broke your back was just me breaking you in.
You can't turn it back now, listening to tracks now, back down.

So I'll be calling you, if I get the chance,
If you believe in old fashioned romance.

Come with me tonight. Just come with me tonight.

Right There

I just spent another wish on you
Hoping that someday you'd come through
That'd we'd be happy together
In a world that was built for two

I should've realized and stopped time
Once I thought that you were mine
But we were never gonna get better
I'm still waiting at the back of the line

When I'm with you, you run my life
When I'm with you, I'm caramelized

And I can't believe

That I'm not with you

The Parade of Concrete Giants

There's something calling you, pulling you to some sort of bittersweet swing town. You can feel it in the sweat pouring out of the traffic and the leaves brushing against your hand. I'm sorry your eyes are finally peeking out and gliding along the burnt out lights and their fallen brothers, a cymbal against broken virtue. This is a chance to discuss and extend your words into strings of nonsense and create definition out of your cardboard fragments. Hot glue and scissors and tape are your weapons, a utensil of your tongue. You're keeping yourself and everyone up way beyond their bedtime. Sorry but not sorry about the swollen lips you've left behind in your wake. Home is so far back, lost in the black and white bricks that make up that once bright fork in the road. This is what you don't know. This is what you find out once the mystery and the quiet has faded into something more than that. Help is another illusion that you've created for yourself, support defined by its very ectoplasm. The walls will come crashing down and you will be forced to decide for yourself. All for one moment, once and for all.

Yesterday I Don't Believe

All I remember
Are your grimy fingers
Gripping the fretboard
Telling me you were bored
With what was going on.

Those days were tender
As if I wondered
I was another door
My hinges ripped and torn
Well, what was going on?

I didn't know what I saw behind your eyes
What kind of hint of lilac you hid behind
Stone faced, dresses laced
This was the beginning of the end

I don't believe what you told me yesterday
I don't believe what you told me yesterday
When the streetlights fell damp on your skin
And my body filled the empty spaces
You were my breath and soul
Yesterday

Your howls, well fend for
Yourself. For once, can your
Mouth save the war
More scratches on the floor
What the hell is going on?
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe

What you have to say
What you told me yesterday