records

she turned to me and said
"all your favorite records give me a headache, make me feel awkward or make me remember something I want to forget."
I looked at her and said
"that means there working."

nineteen ninety nine

staring up at the glow in the dark stars
superglued to the headliner of your 1978 buick
taght me how to fall in love.
taught me how to do speed while sitting still
and how to never go home.

..turned to ghosts

its only getting later
no time now
no way to get out were giving up
were giving in
to the sound of it
all caving in

we will face
the futures that
we choose
we are the kids
with nothing left
to loose

It never been better
no looking back
when we do we'll laugh
were up all night
were down in flames
we've turned to ghosts
in a dead city

we will burn
every bridge
in this town
we wont stop
(until were dead )

I will fill my lungs
with this air
with my last breath
I have left
I'll say
fuck it
these days
turned dark
were burning out bright
let it all burn
tonight
let it burn.

I am still waiting for charles mingus records to change your life

you and me
this bottle of beam
and this tv
tip our glasses
before throwing them in the street.

Grey Days

this is the beginning
even though its hard to get off the ground
I will see it to the end
I know charles bukowski wrote of it
time and time again
even though every grey day
I just want to go back home
it looks like rain

broken (fixed) to be named

Broke Down and out again
remember when
we weren't struggling...
and spread so thin
Crush these days
find your way
stay starry eyed
In all this misery

Cause It's a world
that will break you down
Cause It's a world
that spins too fast...
but every town seems
to stand still
when your around
every time I get lost
in the past
( but forget me...)

Even If I could
I wouldn't change a thing
even If
It
Kills
Me.

Bleed Mine, Dead Time (to be named)

It feels right
feels right to let go
this life
Isn't meant for me
You use words like knives
In my back to your friends
I bleed mine on paper
I'm trying to start again


I will take thise time
and build back
what is mine
build it back
(cause it never meant a thing
to you anyway)

these lives we build
days fragile and thin
will we ever see
the beauty thats left in them