possible

and find something else to do?

but i can’t be your everything

i hope you are smiling

(capo 4 g2 to g)too polite for the truth not close enough to lie (instrumental weedleweeweeyyyy break) all the bars fill up on holidays we're celebrating the loss of a perfect day all the teachers preach and all the sinners pray but we all end up in the dirt what else can we say? with my eyes closed shut smoke in my lungs til i'm bleeding and all the city lights look like satellites transmission fading and i love my girl though she is not mine she will be someday i'm just waiting with my fingers crossed in the meantime i try to keep my heart in the dark it gets lonely in the cold spittin' shapes on the sidewalk just one more hour to kill we're making boredom seem like he's happy and in love all the plainclothes cops on this block are trained turning pushers to slaves and they're gunning for me next.

somewhere between sleep and a pointless stumbling of a source of survival, we find the lone stroll walking aimlessly through convenience the store will be closing in ten minutes, please make your way towards the register because we aren't to blame for your self-doubt, we just encourage it market it feed it clothe it bathe, & dirty it 's a shame we left the remote at home otherwise we'd all turn ourselves off or at least get lost somewhere in between last night's change and a thrift store cushion. making bob dylan comparable with god to the grocery store clerk is all i have to frame as of late because that picture of you in the autumn fog laughing solemny as if to shake me off doesn't match my tired eyes, waiting bills, and a seven month old 'new direction' which i guess was anywhere but here. and it's worse knowing that i completely understand and every night instead of wishing you were back i wish i was you, escaped.

I say dumb things and I do dumb things. Smartest thing I can do is realize that and realize the way I’m holding myself back. I need therapy for the ways I’ve screwed up and the ways I’ve been screwed up. I need financial stability and planning so I can get out of debt and start saving. I need to not rely on “getting my mind off things” for happiness via weed and / or booze or endless mindless video games. Moderation is key.

trying to get away from myself

somethin somethin else that’ll make you mad

there, I stayed.

nobody’s gonna change (x4)

repose - closed out get drunk on wine sour grapes stuck in mouth scoured for change with no fine fees what you can afford and not a penny more a penny saved is a copper urn feel the skin turn to ash as it burns seems akin to burnt cash in a stock car pile-up sponsors on the side watching stocks start to pile up clung to the wrong rung hit every step on the way to the bottom what's the next move when motions already started who's the next to lose when you've already been discarded how'd you heart get bruised when you keep it so guarded shout it out now - no longer shrouded in doubt figured out what you can live with and what you can't live without now you've been livin like living's what you're all about but you can't figure out what  living's all about you should ask yourself in five years if you've figured it out you should remind yourself in five beers to get this shit out write it down on a bar napkin ketchup colored soldiers in a civil war re-enactment politely asked to keep it civil but you'd already acted tell yourself that old mantra about once you've started but it didn't end with gettin kicked out the bar, did it gutterless and homebound, drunk swerve, nearly departed askin yourself at home now who's really in charge is it the gas pedal, the bartender, the limit on your credit card the cigarette burns on your forearm you're sick of this world and its four arms two holding you up and two bringing you down constant you're afraid of loose consonants constituating  loops on used nonsense like who's borrowed the truth and who's made like a tree and spruced it up double dog ya made to bark on this double dutch watch out, jump kid! the rope swings for your young limbs! but you know that when it's done you'll mend cus time loops constant all over again next time use concepts that don't require an end

If you were ever to die I'd be beside myself and I'd look myself in the eye, and I probably wouldn't know what to say. You never liked my mouth when it opened and spewed several nothings, in the hopes of recreating something. If you would ever stop crying I could turn up the music and drown, silence included (you're not different). If I could ever make sense to you, dad I'd try to sing along what is this new song you have been singing? And I'll pretend to fake a smile and keep on teething like a newborn getting cold in the womb. But at least I know you're always there and I never was truly cold, it was just an act to keep you guessing.

Good night to sun kissed eyes I'll miss you when you're gone. Continue on in reverence of all that's dead of all I've become.

Blasphemed, art is love Arguments will always fly Worn out wings, tainted flocks You said yourself... you're much too shy. Sparkle now kaleidoscope The night is middle-aged And I'm in denial, are we on trial here? Blame now the artist He's in love with himself He's got anchored ideas of life on a supermarket shelf And kill all the insects! They're making us bleed, Bleeding like Victim, On a cross-cultured steed. And under the starscape We'll fall in love with hands As we hold on for ever I'm lost in your trance.

god will set me free