Cry About It
Another day older; Another day young.
I heard another voice on the other side of my constant breathing. I heard that it was your ghost come back just in time to haunt me. It’s just a rumor I heard, feel free to spread it like fire. I heard a whisper from across the way, impossibly loud. It lived inside my head for a couple of days, then it headed out. // It’s just a rumor I heard, feel free to spread it like waking in the morning, looking for a reason to be here. Crawling out of bed, pretending that the dead don’t belong here. Waking in the morning, looking for a reason to be here. Crawling out of bed like the monsters in my head don’t belong here. // I heard a distant drumming, I heard it coming, I heard you cry out. I heard that some guy across the world came up with another way out. I see so many people on the streets with smiling faces, pretending that the world is stopped and all we do is give it up.
My birth certificate has an expiration date. Policeman said to me I’m dead in three days. There ain’t two ways about it, no there ain’t no way around it, I’ll get the will written up when I’m dead. I’m chasing allegories round Edward Gorey’s grave. I wait for sleep to come, and dreaming now, there’s circles 'round my vision, just like shackles for the living, or more appropriately for those nearly dead. // Sweaty palms been starting to get me down. You take my hand and tell me no one can hurt me now. It’s kind of strange, your presence is heard, not felt. I’m made of ice, your grip, your touch, I melt. // I’m stuck in purgatory, my mind has lost control. He’s coming quickly now, I’m decomposing faster than Mozart. My death’s a goddamn work of art. I’ll see you when you’re chilling in hell. This was no accident. I don’t play with accidentals when I’m cheating God. The root, the fifth is all I need, he’s never been the sharpest in the toolbox. I fight dirty when I’m on top of the food chain, pass me a knife. (yeah, a steak knife. yeah, don’t worry, I’m just gonna take a couple bites)
What did I say? I would never quite slip away. You were never one to listen anyway. Helped you pack your bags on Saturday. Wasting all our precious time away. Waiting for the sun to fall so you can skip the day, okay. And we are the same, but you're a little dark in these shining days. I am not a patriot but I'm unfazed, the sun is far too beautiful to rearrange. Cobblestones are trickling down my throat these days, watching all the streets where you could be today, okay. // And now the night's out, and now you're listening, and when the sky is falling you look so pretty. Lights out, and I am dreaming, and you're so beautiful, and you're not listening. // Well you are not the same, but I would never take your love another way. I'm a beacon of another tired day, and you're the reason that I even stay. I wake up, it's another Saturday. I forgot to listen anyway. I guess that I'll sit still at home and be okay. But if you stay, happiness is not a price to pay. Pieces of hearts in our memories but not today. Wake up, it's another Saturday. I meet your eyes and I am gonna be okay. No clouds in the sky for our parade. // And yeah the night's out, and yeah we're leaving, and when the sky is falling it looks so pretty. Lights out, and we are dreaming, and you're so beautiful, and you're not listening. //
Set me down, let my skin turn to paper and my bones to words. Set me free, let me re-become the song that I never wrote. // You were just a special ink I used. I was just the pen you happened to choose. We were just the means to an end, bookbinder’s glue. I promise I’ll write you. // Set me down, let my skin turn to paper and my bones to words. Let me breathe, let me tear apart the meaning of stitch you up. Set me down, test my will against the page, papyrus strong. I may break, see my mouth, all I say are fragile words. Lay me down next to my brothers side by side. Set us free, let us speak in tongues, we’ll run and hide. // You were just a special ink I used. I was just the pen you happened to choose. We were just the means to an end, cracked spines and glue. I promise I’ll write you. //
We take rest like exercise, our favorite pastime, push the mind. It’s like an art form. We play cards like reading minds, I move the pieces like a god designing a new world. We lay down our weary sighs, this ain’t about peace of mind. // He says he wants to play like dancing children, trip the fall. Dancing children, beautiful game. Dancing children, after all, open the flower, easy the play. Dancing children, trip the fall. Dancing children, beautiful game. Dancing children, after all, this ain’t about who’s right, it’s about the amaze. // We take stress, say “one more time,” I want to break out the lines, eliminate the boring. I see wings in the checkered streets, and when the fragmented ideas meet, we go exploring. I take time to make my mind, you say I’m not thinking right. We take rest like exercise, our favorite pastime, push the mind. It’s like an art form. A little escape, a little degree of ecstasy, you’re telling me your fantasy is just to stay here forever. I don’t mind, if you’ve got the time. We’ll stay until we’re old and blind. We’ll still know how to play like -
This one’s a wasted love song, written on the backs of my eyelids. This one’s a wasted effort, writing love for those who can’t find it. This one’s a wasted love song, you never liked my singing anyway. Your veins are tributaries, rivers to an ocean I didn’t make. It’s in the past. We’re finishing at last. This one’s a wasted love song, I never know just what you think of me. My words are open-closers, the door is there, but the lock is all I see. It’s in the past. I’m tired of finishing last. We’re finishing at last.
5 Minutes of Battery Power Left
I don't listen to your words of comfort. I don't believe in having things to say. I'm not saying that you're wrong, just that I don't have time to write this song, so excuse me if I push or bend or break. We're throwing lifelines through the air, you're singing bout redemption, I don't care. I don't have time to even mention you forgot to fix your hair. // In the real world, we'll wait forever. In the real world, we'll stay forever. We're singing hey nah nah now, well if you don't start screaming, you'll break down. In the real world, we'll break forever. // I'm not looking for a final lockdown. I just don’t think you know how to explain. I'm not saying this feels wrong, just that I'm waking up by falling down, and if that's the way we die I think I understand why. You wait for nothing. // We’ll wait forever. In the real world, we’ll stay forever. We’re singing hey nah nah now, well if you don’t stop screaming, you’ll break down. // You say forever.
You know you're waiting for something to happen. You could make it but you're too afraid to try. So you play the same old shows and you hope someone will notice you. What you're telling to yourself are lies. I'm not known for taking my advice. I'm selfish, I'm unwanted, and I'm cruel. So when you say I should take a shot, you know I'm thinking "better not.” You never speak a single word of truth. There's only confidential transcendental nonsense in my head. You won't understand my master plan anyway. I'm unstoppable, don't flash the bull, you know that you can't win. All your complications just get in the way. And I'm standing in the wind that blows you over. I don't care, I've never worried about the rain. I'm so tired of all the same old things, I wish that I could grow some wings, but there's a lot that can't be wished away. There's only bad constrictions, failed addictions, concrete in my head. You won't understand my mild sarcasm anyway. I'm impossible, don't flash the bull, you know you just won't win. All this confidence will just get in the way. And traveling has never been a viable escape. The world is all around your washed-up head. The longer that you run the more it feels like nothing's real, and soon you'll be surrounded by the dead. The train at 10am will leave tomorrow. I wish that I could go, but here I’ll have to stay. I know you'll love me til my days are gone, but I don't think that's what I want, so tell me that you're leaving on the train. All I've got is this existential, non-material brain-dead intellect. You won't understand my wild abandon anyway. I'm reliable, but not the place where you should put your trust. Wake me up before I realize I'm okay. All I've got is this confidential transcendental nonsense in my head. You won't understand my master plan anyway. I'm a washed up soul, don't flash the bull, I don't think I would win. All these words are only going to get in the way.
You know what I like, just waitin' til the time get ripe. You know what you said, best get real low 'fore you drop dead, and I can't shake this sickness while I'm running on the next to last mile, and you, you fight like a lion, just can't crack your miracle life. How did we fall down? // Tell me what does it take to kill the machine, when all that is left is the sound of the dream? It's a question, in fact, that I've wondered for years, the rush of the inquiry drowning out tears. Tell me what does it take, til you know what I mean? // You know just my style, take them down with just a smile. And you aren't sure what you need, just searching for a cure for greed. And all the while we're stranded on your rock, just waiting for this broken clock to strike 12. 10 again. Your laugh is lost amongst the wind. Take me out to sea, spitting knives, set me free. You're drowning me. Defy the trees, break the laws of gravity, put a bullet in the heart of the machine.
It was only a picture, it was only a picture at first. It was only a picture until you twisted up the words. It was only to remember your livid scripture at first. It was only a picture, until you pushed it to a curse. It was only, no, stranger danger, just another way to change her, hang your coat on the door. Your teeth are anger spitting at the shame of distance put between you and hurt. Now maybe, baby, listen to the slipspeak. All we’ve got to give is insanity hurled at daydreams, ladies, splashing, screaming, “This is not what I expected of dirt.” // All that you’ve got left to give, got to give it to her, give it to her. The giver’s not the gifted, just the gift itself. All that and you may never win, just to shield it from hurt, keep it from first. The giver’s not the gifted, just the gift itself. // You were only a liar, only a liar at first. You were only a lyre until your strings went and burst. Now you’re living a lie, sir, living and dying second-best. Waiting for mercy, crying at the rests. … “I am not a criminal but you could be the first.” If I slip, I’ll fall, don’t bother to pick me up. I like it just where I am, laying here in the dust.
Are you looking at the husk of a painting, hoping that the color will somehow appear again? Canvas rearranging and changing, shifting to a pattern you want to see remembered? Are you looking for genies, wishing for some wishes to waste on existential nonsense? Are you hoping for reason, caught in the middle of a war of telling lies? Well, I wish you’d tell me if you’re looking for something. I’m trying to find a way to help you out, yeah, but you’re just too quick to let your heart slip, so I’ll let you figure it out. // And I’m stuck on the evening, wondering if the life you lead is drifting. Give me just a little bit – no, help me, I’ll wait for demons, wait for reasons to stay, but all I’m getting is your spare change. // Did you strike out on chances? Is your head not letting you back in to other times? Looking at our perfect romances, wanting and waiting and striking out again? Well, I’m not the best always. Just a little bit of a cold bite inside me, feel it when I open my eyes. Come on, try me. I’ll suspend all my disbelieving sentences to help you. I’m trying just a little harder than healthy’s defined as. Could you give me something to work with? What’s with the walls around you? Spend my whole life just trying to break through.