Danielle

Danielle, Danielle
What are we gonna do?
There's gotta be
More to me and you

Even though I know
We're not a pair in the slightest
Hell if I know
what we'd be if  we tried it

You have your high school sweet heart
And you're homecoming queen
You have your whole life
and as for myself, I have me

You live right down the hall
It seems like we get along
We traded smiles and asked how we were
But more than our names we'll never learn

Supposed to Be

Once too many times,
I've fallen asleep with you on my mind
Wondering who you're with
If my secret's out, if I'm closing in

And now I realize
That's a dream that's just another lie
'cause these things don't exist
This roundabout, this stupid grin

Your words bring me up and
strike me down
There's no one else I'd rather have
Than you right now

Because you're the best chapter of my story
Where in the end, there was just you and me
I'll rewrite the part where we're both adoring
Because that's the way it was supposed to be

Then there's that one guy
Who I'll always keep in the back of my mind
Because I know who you're with
So count me out since I'm wearing thin


Your words bring me up and
strike me down
Don't expect to find me
When you come around


Because you're the best chapter of my story
Where in the end, there was just you and me
And I'll write the part where we're both adoring
Because that's the way it's supposed to be

I've lost a few pages, and I account that to me
I'd rather not read them as part of our history
These fairy tales are just a big misunderstanding
Because of my stupid thoughts of where we're landing

What's There to Be Sorry About?

Aw come on.
I've made a horrible mistake.
This one was a doozy.
I mean, I've had some bad ideas in the past, but this...
this tops the list of recent things.
Probably because it's recent.

I feel like I should apologize,
but I didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't really. Perfectly fine.
Guilty conscious, I suppose.

It had good intentions I swear.
It was a good idea in theory,
but then again
The best ones are.

Of course, the execution went better than expected
I mean, it was pretty spot on.
Pretty close. Close enough.
Too close.
Pretty sure... yeah.

Hindsight is 20/20 and well, yeah.
It wasn't really a good idea.

What is an idea anyway?
I suppose it's really an abstract concept.
Light, dark, fast, slow
up high, down low, cello

All that jazz.

Yet at the same time, I'm not so sure.
First steps.
Baby steps.
Though I skipped to trying to walk.
And really, I don't know where I come up with this.
My logical is mute, as in, not sound.

This is more of a rant than anything
But it is well needed.

Weeks to Come

Are you happy there
Sitting alone on that bench
Crying over something
that your boyfriend said?

I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

He whispered the same things into her ear
She had them memorized
like a squadron's orders

She talked about things he didn't want to hear
He stood while she lied
On honor's border


Are you happy there
Sitting alone on that bench
Crying over something
that your boyfriend said?

I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

Everyone's too busy saving themselves
While watching your life
Dissolve into fever

They've got their TVs tuned to you
But reunions don't feel right
Because he'd "never leave her"


I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

Good luck leaving this Steel Town
Behind your family's iron bars
Bar hopping bands
And a family man
See if you can catch what's going around