Forgetting all I'm lacking Completely incomplete I'll take your invitation You take all of me now I'm falling even more in love with you Letting go of all I've held on to I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you I'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and not quite sure where to go And I don't know what I'm diving into Just hanging by a moment here with you There's nothing else to lose There's nothing else to find There's nothing in the world That can change my mind There is nothing else

Death For My Birthday ☆ Say Anything ☆

Beautiful love Descend heaven And sing me your song Ring out some light I’ve been ragged, alone at night Why must you make me so? Oh Holy Ghost Why can’t I have at least Just one of my fantasies? Is that what makes them dreams The lack of reality

An Attempt To Tip The Scales ● Bright Eyes ● Fevers and Mirrors (2000)

Little Andy, soft in your newborn skin Only one, little Andy, will you return again? I believe we can renew And you could be my brother Once again, fall asleep with our backs against each other You believe, I believe too That you are the river of light who I love That I sing to in the belly of the empty night From the 31st floor of the simulation swarm With the drone of fluorescence Flicker, fever, fill the form With a warm gush, now I wanna touch Like we never could before I'd fly to you tomorrow, I'm not fighting in this war I wanna drop my arms and take your arms And walk you to the shore I'd fly to you tomorrow, I'm not fighting in this war I wanna drop my arms and take your arms

I've been practicing my lines And you've been waiting up all night for me to call you It makes me sick inside to be calling you up this late at night But that's what I do 'Cause there's only one thing on my mind When I hit you up this late at night If falling in love is the best high I've passed the best times of my life Now the silence is cold And every time we talk it's dull and awkward

Homie don't fetch, only woke to stretch Under a thought bubble rich with bowls of goldfish Skittish in the company of stranger danger Otherwise, chase draw strings, tails and lasers In a steel cage match with a maze of cables Brazen, game-face based on Azazel Oversized ears up, puke in the Meow Mix Shred a pair of earbuds, remedy his cowlick *slurp* Thanks Kirbs, looking like a milli Keep an old man sharp, keep a cold Chantilly Spun plum dizzy in a frisky moment Never lands on her feet though, I think she's broken Mouser in training, nap on the toaster Decorate her cubicle with dogs playing poker 15 years taking prescriptions Now a shrink like, "Ionno, maybe get a kitten"

Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard Failing miserably at everything, including that Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep Trying to think of who could make a better me than me Maybe I'll shoot him an email Maybe he'll give it a go Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse, or implode Picking at holes in my jeans There's so much God in my gene pool Not feeling lonely, I just like being alone I've called A through F already, but no one knows Why one girl, one band, two paychecks are more than I can handle Mathematically, that can't be more than one end of a candle Bottom of the ninth, can't find my socks Lord knows I'm stuck between two good things, but I just wanna get out Mom knows I should have been home an hour ago But I'm still outside, not doing anything wrong Just walking in circles, replaying high school songs in my head Because it's better than lying awake

Barked at the moon amid an empty street We felt the remnants of the evening heat Said "Harvey let me be the one to say" "I wouldn't dream this any other way" (Yeah I get it) (You wanna know) (Who he is) (Where we go) (Yeah I get it) (You wanna see) (What it is) (Him and me) Harvey Nobody knows what I see Nobody knows I'm waiting Waiting for you to call Harvey Nobody knows what I see Everyone thinks I'm crazy Crazy for you, oh boy

Now you gotta change addresses again If they knew where the fire was they'd put it out Someone's knocking on your door Fire turned towards me with an open mouth And if you don't come home tonight You will never call it home again And if you need some peace and quiet There is room for all in heaven I will go to heaven You won't go to heaven I will go to heaven I won't see you there I will go to heaven You won't go to heaven I will go to heaven I won't see you there

What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it That the ghost you love, your ray of light will fizzle out Without hope We're the empty set just floating through empty skin Ever searching for what we were promised Reaching for that golden ring, we'd never let go But who would ever let us put our filthy hands upon it?

Suga Suga ● Baby Bash ● Tha Smokin' Nephew (2003)

Marshmallows over magma from the mantle has been cancelled How snappy can you adequately scaffold? Happy canvassing the neighborhoods I'll never take advantage of his patron As a patient they are plays to be a phantom of Nan under the bandages, examine 'til he vanishes I don't feel a social pull to show the wolves where grandma lives I find deliverance from evil either in a sedentary binge Or spring interning with the cemetery winds No stacked sash or accolades from authority The backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y Abuses in the feeding tube, that circle back to eat at you Bacteria that tip the hat, adversity that gleam the cube It's tit for tat with slippery aristocrats who pity cops And brilliant rats who find the grit to slip out of the Skinner box The moat's supposed to keep the rivals out The calls are coming from inside the house I should nail boards to the back door I should feed squirrels from my hand more I want to meet the maker in a proper suit and shoes I'm lying, let 'em find the body with the loot removed It's no thing

I meant to tell you Thought that I told you That heaven is a boardroom It's a place on earth between saved and withdrawn With immaculate reception And you can tell me again how you preferred sensitive men But how you could make an exception And how pagans and virgins and whores were down on the floor On all fours, eyes glazed over in genuflection But what if you're just too fucked up to ascend And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head And sharpens the edge? And what if the word on high was passed down Written on stone and crossed out in pen but I heard it said though I didn't hear Sorry, kid, I just can't forget You can't wash your sins when they're caked on so thick If you did, there'd be nothing left

At your house The smell of our still-living human bodies and oven gas You pray to nothing out loud Two first names and an ampersand Embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel You're a beautiful and violent work With the skinny neck of a Chinese bird In a fading ancient painting And if you're in heaven waiting You made it there fighting The tightest kite string In a bad storm with lightning And now these few presidents Frowning in my pocket Can persuade no god To let me let you talk, oh These few presidents Frowning in my pocket Can persuade no god To let me let you off

Everyone looks the same in this town You can hardly tell the difference She stayed at home and figured out how How to will herself out of existence She gave it a try She closed her eyes She didn't know how it'd feel She just hoped that it wouldn't hurt It almost worked They lie right to your face in this town But what did you expect She wishes that she could have seen what they saw That left them so unimpressed So she gave it a try She started to cry She said to herself, "Well, at least it could have been worse" And it almost worked

What if your man steps out And you're stuck with the junk and they're working on the clamp down Oh I thought I told you before You never take it so far that you can't take it back now But if you want a fix I'm a broken man It's bad enough we exist on this stolen land I said you just can't ignore the past She said "what the hell are you talking about baby, of course you can" Ooh And most of us just won't make it Most of us just gotta take it Someone right the wrongs or Someone sing a song to kill my blues 99 and a half, it just won't do It just won't do It just won't do, ooh, ooh, ooh It just won't do