Friday, May 22, 2009

avoid and distract

She puts a spin on apathy
It's a quiet walk away
A permanent brand of empathy
Black ink on pale clay

Avoid and distract, because there's no turning back
Empty black circles dilate and contract
Brown it then turns to green
I'm tired of trying to find what it means

empty head

Your hands on my body burn in a bad way
Can't stand the feeling anymore
Today is gonna be the day
It resonates in his core

I can't believe in myself
I can't look into the mirror
I can't feel anymore
So how am I supposed to feel for you?
Even if I wanted to

I just want you to go away
You have no idea of the words I say
"Emily, why are you so sad?"
You ask me everyday

I can't put the past away

Thursday, May 21, 2009

okay

Check the park for a man
Before you hit the floor
The old junkies under the bridge
Don't speak much anymore

And the world changed
Right before our eyes
Their size, oh their size

Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care

Sometimes I just can't go on
Dear, I want to die
Write the main line down her arm
And send it down her spine

Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care

turn your life around

You spoke, "I'm not going back,"
But I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
My phone keeps buzzing on

Would you give it up for me?
You spoke, "I surely think so,"
I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
No where to go

Special kid showed her how
To turn her life around
He's a handful
But he's hers

He was hers
Where to go now...

Saturday, April 25, 2009

glassine dream

your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned

a beige suit and dinner
but the cooker is cocky
a metal disc jockey
my glassine dream
floating down a cotton stream

all i hear is just the background
to make everything disappear
but you made it all clear
you made it all clear

damned is our feast on this night

your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned

Thursday, April 23, 2009

man

It just feels so wrong
And I know it's wrong
You make me want to throw up
But I can't love you enough

heavy

No one knows what I want
No one knows what I want
I don't know what I want
But I know I need to make this thing real
I don't know what I want
Can't move these weighted arms
Learn how to make myself not feel