Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Day I Fell Out of Love

Do you remeber the day you fell out of love?
I do.
Clear as day
Falling in love was like being hit in the head
Falling out of love felt like being punched in the gut

Did someone tell you you could never come back?
So I stayed.
And stayed.
And sure enough when I left, that's what he said
And I never turned back
And it was okay

I walked by a beautiful house yesterday
It was like a beautiful dream
I thought it would save me
I thought the beauty could save me

Today I walked by the same house
And it glittered a little less
Our eyes get accustomed to the beauty
But there is safety in being there before
I've been here before
But now I'm bored
Because the love is gone
Or was it all along
Just an illusion


messages.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Golf

Let's go play golf on Thanksgiving Day
You Say, A band that plays together stays together
Let's go play tennis on Sunday
Let's go out on a sunny day

This is how the cards get played
When you live your life in this crazy way
This is what you do at the end of the day
Live it like you wanna, live it like you mean it

Let's go have a party on a Saturday
What's new darling, let's not today
Let's stay at home and watch the kids play
Live it like you wanna, live it like you mean it

This is how the cards get played
When you live your life in this crazy way
This is what you do at the end of the day
Sometimes life gets hard and we run away
But this is what we do at the end of the day




Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Your Girlfriend Your Fling

Thanks for the call and the late night friends
thanks for the reminders and the memories we made
thanks for planting seeds she and he
sharing your energies with me
I asked you why you cared, and you just looked at me

I don't mean to make it awkward, I'm just no good at riddles
I always state the obvious and accept the emptiness it brings
I've got a million friends boy
I've got a million friends girl

Staring down the house
A million pictures made
a view at 6am
is it the 3rd night of this game

Is this what they call feelings?
when you suddenly start to care
start to shift your attentions
from elsewhere

You said, you were angry
I asked you what was wrong
you said this thing we're doing
something new is going on

I never said forever
I never said a thing
I don't want to meet your mom
And, I don't want to meet your friends
I definitely don't want to meet her
Your girlfriend, your fling



Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Yes Girls

Not only do the Yes girls get all the guys, all the toys,
and all the action,
all the parties, all the fun

The yes girls get all the work, the pain, the blame game
the yes girls are the scape goat girls, the sex addict girls
Are the party is better- than dinner girls, unless you want me to make you dinner girl,
come over then girl, then come over here, girl
cozy up with me, girl

The Yes girls get lots of love from here and there, they get it from everywhere
the Yes girls get help from boys who love their highs and love their hugs
Yes, girl you can stay the night, just crash here you know? Yes girl
Just sleep girl, no need to worry, girl.

But sometimes the Yes girls wanna hightail it from the noise. Not tonight boys. Once in a while a Yes girl needs to crash in her own bed with her own toys.

The Yes girls take what they can, and sometimes get saved inch by inch
of these things
by those who cannot save themselves
The yes girl takes what she needs to save herself, but you must save yourself.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Your Mother's Tears


I can't stand your laziness
your toenails I despise
Your lack of motivation
your self loathing deprication
open doors and buzzing flies

you're sitting in the same chair
the same boat for 50 years
your hair is amiss and you're enslaved to
your fears

so put it off, another day, another week
another year

shave the years off your life with every
single misstep of misfortune

blame it on your lack of luxury
blame it on your mother's tears

We all know the truth too far gone
your life never shifts gears

you pontificate oh it will the tides are changing so you say
but never take another shiver down the silver-ladden stairs

the dark room
the sleeping till noon
the waiting waiting waiting
for someone else to take charge of your life
because you have nothing to do but pray
and wait and never ever ever change

blame it on your Mississippi mother's rage and incest saddled years
blame it on misfortune
blame it on your fears
blame it on the shifting stars
blame it on the moon
blame it on the weather
blame it on some fool
blame it on yesterday
blame it on the food
blame it on tomorrow
But me, I hate to point the finger but I

blame it on you

The Glorious Burn

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