There's blood caked on the shoebox. Letters inside spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart that a string of mishaps ripped apart. There's
White dress Cold eyed smile stretched across the mirror She shows up, sings high I try not to hear her She's a virus of fresh starts Puts you to bed
Starting the car, I turn off the E brake. A three point turn and I'm driving. Hands are at 10 and 2. Two eyes, a head blocking out two minor problems
Thirteen days from now a jet will set you down at summer's end Separating by miles of empty sky me from my friend A regular goodbye won't do at all so
There is a point to your charades. I had those vague gestures bagged before yesterday. You ignore each other's questions. Somehow your shoulders can
Staring in a daze at this empty page Waiting for a thought to move me Black pen ready to fly across the lines How many million times will I think of
Hello, this is last night calling. Just making sure that you got my drift. It's the one that dropped you off that cliff. Wake up, this is yesterday screaming
What a marvelous mess I've made in my chest I put my stale heart in a blender on hi Whir of the blades Blood splattered the shades in the dark bedroom
No eye contact with your reflection Hating what's inside yourself again Maybe your heavy conscience could use some correction Pay doctor yourself more
Welcome to the dream come true. It's like your favorite movie, only better. So much to say, but why bother? There's too many pretty things to feel. I
Ex girls floating in jars of formaldehyde Their once magic eyes no longer seem alive It's time I set all my half-written songs on fire and feed my dreadful
Sleeping tight. Contented sugarplums danced. Not a care in the world. The contract shone with permanence. The moment had arrived. Somehow I had survived
This is the best of all possible worlds we kill, are killed, and cry in. Behold the heartless devil globe we laugh, we love, and smile in. Opposing sides
Don't be scared The snarling monsters are deaf, but let's tiptoe just in case along this wall Don't let go of my hand It's getting darker and colder
Fuck the sky What when the ground starts falling? Quick, decide My thoughts are running The plane is leaving I saw a kitten dead on grand avenue lying
When kids dream, they dream of brand names Lined up on the fence while we take aim Nevermind the lies They go great with your new disguise I know it
Sacred lines melted into one blurry impression. Note says thanx. Signed in red. Pumped here from my heart. Where would I be without your songs? Likely
Within the fair estate, beyond the locked cast iron gate, tenth bedroom on the left, second floor, daughter has just locked the door She digs in her