Goodbye Goodnight City
Oct 28: Mettle Mouth
Everyone feels doubt and pain
We are all the same
Our lives can be turned upside down
Slanted and enchanted
But we are still all the same
Too be human is to be free
We are one in the same
No one here is to blame
We are all one
Floating on this giant rock
Floating through space
Earth, dirt, water
Blood, sweat and tears
Our metal and concrete oblivion
Paper and plastic culture
All of this just tumbling
Through space
Through nothingness
Just more stars and planets
And what are we?
Just the human race
All we have is what we are
Oct 30: Untitled
What a beautiful day
No clouds of black and white
No silver linings
Just clear skies
And a chill wind
What a day to be alive
Stuck inside
Packing away my memories
‘Cause my friends won’t wait
And then I’ll be stoned
On some bus
Scratching my head
When a girl sits close
And I can barely bare to look at here
And thats when it’s done
Yeah, now I wish it were done
‘Cause I got so much space
In this brain of mine at waste
And the quite scrapes all life from my bones
Am I fading into static now
Crowded head and a tiny room
Where am I going now?
Rainbow Glasses
You’re engine is overheating
All these desert roads
In the back of your mind
Best be time for leaving them behind
You’re out of coolant
You can’t stand to stay here any longer
You don’t have too
Just drive so fucking far away
Put on your rainbow glasses
All the colors and lights
Do you think this helps?
You’re running low on fuel
There are not enough drugs
There are not enough drugs
There are not enough drugs
To keep this ship at bay
Piss test the sailors
They are all too sober to enjoy this ride
We can’t keep up with them
Maybe we’ll fall down here by the wayside
And maybe things will change
But we just grow
Into a line of trees
Looks like home
A highway and government cleanup crew
Whatever happened to me and you
No more time for these games
So I think I’ll step outside
Yeah, I wan’t to breathe smoke
But this is just a joke
I can’t stand still here
I can’t let you go away dear
Keep your eyes straight
And fixed on the prize
And by the time you asked me why
I forgot
Darling I forget
There are not enough drugs
To keep you away from me
And there are not enough drugs
To keep me sane
Losing my sanity
You lost your edge long ago
A bitter broken knife
Dull and straight through my rib cage
Take it away
Please just take it away
Home?
Home’s not where your parents live
Unless it is
Maybe home is where your friends are
But only maybe if they all live in the same city
And maybe they do
But the road feels more like home
Restless nights waiting on the telephone
But it never rings
So I sit around with a book of matches
A barrel changing colors
As the heat within peels the paint
And all my memories and thoughts
Burning up in flames
But I am not free
I can not be a mindless slave
No matter how hard I try
I just gotta get home
I just gotta get somewhere
Home is what you make it
And it’s not inside your head
Let out all breathe
Close your eyes and try to forget
Hey, You’re Leaking There
Laying around on the floor
My tiny room filled up with boxzes
And there are records in a crate
A cd collection piled over there
And I am listening to some digital tunes
And all it does is remind me
That I am still awake
And I am still alive
And you are not here
You are not holding me
You are not wiping my eyes when they leak
And you don’t know what I do
And you don’t know what I think
You are your own person
And I admired from afar
Now its been to long
And you are gone
So take these pills
Thats what he said
So take these pills
One a day and you’ll be fine
But I am not in the green anymore
Now I am far in the red
And this divi ng board is flimsy
And I am filling with regret
My stomache is twisting
And my head is filled with knots
Oh my god, oh, my god
What have I done
With all this wasted time
And what have I done
With all this wasted talent
Well I know I didn’t win your heart
And I know this even though you don’t know who you are
And no I did not win the heart of another
No I am just a sad sappy motherfucker
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the fall of the moon
Waiting for you to call
And come visit me too
days go by and I am muddled
Slip and fall in rusty puddles
When I was a kid I would have stomped around
Covered in dirty and water
But I can not grab ahold of the hand
Of anyones daughter
I just fill them with laughter
And they give there compassion to another man
And god, oh, god, it’s not me or him.
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