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feline
i hope you're lying
cause if these things come so easy
then why am i trying
so hard
i thought it best
to let it simmer
then deliver
pour the facts and feelings
from a fever pitcher
of smoke
a cough and a choke
i can feel you smiling
but you're too far to see
and june is here, june is here
but she's laughing without me
i want to see your eyes
inches from mine
at both nines
we drink up the anger
like wine
laced with sugar
and smoke
i cough and i choke
(so take my hand
we'll jump up together and land
just like the cats can)
these are the things that make us laugh
these are the things that make us cry
these are the things that make our knees shake
for fear's sake
and make our hearts break
it's me and me and baby makes three
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the years can cut
veins in vain
from these hands
callouses come
and cut cans
here lies our best laid plans
for
one
nine
nine
five
when we were ten past nine
the best years of our lives
were calendirt to our peers
an outlet for these tears
if age is grace i'm amazing
age gone greys i'm just gone
if age is grace somebody save me
age gone greys i'm an amazing disgrace
nineteen
the years can kill
a weak one and it will
nothing safe takes it's place
we'll retain what's replaced
this is my face
if age is grace i'm amazing
age gone greys i'm just gone
if age is grace somebody save me
age gone greys i'm an amazing disgrace
carousel and sold can get so old
and i don't need your help
you can keep your new year's revolutions to yourself
what did you sell
what can we buy
what did you say
whats a goodbye
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you can be so cold
and it hurts (me) as much as it hurts him
and i know it's partly my fault
if you had said so
son
here's my sweater
it makes you look so young
as long as we're together
it's my favorite one
and it's partly my fault
cause i've done so many things
to make you hate me
and it had nothing to do with me
now i wish you'd take it back
son
i got your letter
it makes you seem so old
and since we're not together
please come home
yes i still love you
but i guess it's unconditional
the carlights are on
the redlights are visible
in the shadow of the door
and again on the floor
sixteen seconds
maybe more
summer is over when you close your eyes
story was over when you closed your eyes
song was over when you closed your eyes
everything's over when you close your ... eyes
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what style he shows swimming past me
doesn't he make it look so easy
you'll be famous someday
go jimmy go go
propel your pals in soul
the other night i had a dream
his teeth gleamed
as he wrapped that blue towel
around my throat
let me go let me go
let me go go jimmy go
i want to shine
i want to replace yours with mine
i want to dive
head down the water under
breathe keep your legs straight
breathe keep your eyes wide open
breathe keep your legs straight
breathe come up for air
i am the heir of air
breathing water
under jimmy's rudder
am i so strange
to want to make a change
for change's sake
i want to get
deep down the water under
breathe keep your legs straight
breathe keep your eyes wide open
breathe keep your legs straight
breathe come up for air
i am the heir of air
breathing water
under jimmy's rudder
is he ok?
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movie clock star
i bet you go far
if they let you
your actions really make you seem
like everything's clean cut
you're just
so hard to see (through)
please, please, please
everyone on their knees
keep watching the clock
keep keep watching the clock, keep watching the clock son
your time will come
soon you grew
(crouch to catch the falling star that you are)
the sooner you grow
the sooner you go away
movie clock star
i hope you
hate who you are
i told you so far
i sympathize, sympathize
with everything
except the usual lies
move, move, move through life
with a plastic will
it's funny until
someone loses a friend
it's times like this when
i'm wishing i was you again
and it's only eleven ten
soon you grew
(crouch to catch the falling star that you are)
the more that you give
the more i want you to go away
we're killing the sound
we've killed it already
killing the sound
we've killed it already
you're killing the sound
we've killed it already
killing the sound
we've killed it already
killing
only your heart is worth the glory
a summer of sound
a circus of circuits
forget all the why
a coffin of car parts
a cast iron carnival ride
a sighfull of cinders
a treefull of tinder
forget all the hasbeens
a make out party
let's get things started
forget all the how
and clap for the cash now
we fish for a flashlight
we stay for the shave
we stand up and wave
we're screening the screams
and floor the fuses
with moviemusic
we get into circles
and swear for the squares
and we're almost there
april's pills
make mazes in may
so we cross our fingers
and pray for the day
sign me away
take this time away
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open the desktop behind me
sending crayon valentines
i reply
"will you marry me, loligirl?"
my second grade heart
looks more like a broken you
and me,
nineteen and crying for eulalia...
i'm still young
in the presents of an eight year old
model planes and model everything
in the presence of an eighteen year old
in a sense innocence makes you tense
in the presense of an eight year old
writing cursive on loose leaf paper
in the presence of an eighteen year old
i will be waiting for you loligirl
the little girl that i knew loligirl
and if you're waiting for me loligirl
oh yeah and if you see me loligirl
bring back the boy i used to be
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i saw your picture today on a card
i tried so hard
to remember that smiling face you placed
on my prince's pillow in that broken down car
last summer
you sang to me so beautifully
you were promised to me like a ring to a tree
but you cut it all off and
that's what kills me
pilot of lies
who sat at the bat while i sat home and cried
your hands were not tied
you knew exactly where to hide
and hitch a ride
to
one two three
caliFORnia
"now honey i'm so sorry
if i whistle hollywood happy
look where it gets me."
you show so painfully long
but i sat and stared as if nothing was wrong
as for the songs
the beauty is there
but the grace car's gone
and i don't want to be a part
of music vs. the heart.
we all stay in tune
we all swear it's true
(without going overhead or upperhanded jests just fly by more time to get to know you and less of me, you can't buy my time)
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"i want to be your hero"
says the guy to the camera
moving stage right
his eyes are the only things alive
and i know who he looks like
so cheers to the ocean
tuesday's always pouring
i heard you're hurt
your heart is under my shirt
we haven't been born yet
two silhouettes
and don't forget cigarettes
a ceiling of sound
is snowing down on
us on the ground
the carols of yesterday
are sharing the chair
taking turns curling up
with what's there
goodbye company
goodbye family
hello halos
for martyrs
like you and me
"i want to be your hero"
says me to the mirror
i hide stare at the ceiling
and smile
i'm glad you're on my side
cheers to the ocean
tuesday's always pouring
a celing of crowns
hangs over the crowd
and brings down the clowns
carry the clouds
that mark off these towns
cheers to the ocean
tuesday's always pouring
the angels share
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dear diary
listen to me
how can i please without smoke rings
and striptease?
one makes fun
two social for social forum
meg: "i'd still like you if you weren't so drunk
i'd still talk to you
but when you hold that bottle close to your heart
silence wants me more than you do"
ash: "i'd still like you if you weren't so dumb
i hope the reverse is true
and do you want to be a part of apart
i hope i do i hope you do too"
you will lose
i need you
blue tests true
green stays clean
red leaves
on a lucky streak
that just last week
i don't believe that
i need you
when fists fly through
quiet are the cruel
we talked so smooth
as we sat and drew
and we looked so cool
like the kids we
hated in high school
who will lose?
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watch you sleeping
try hard not to walk away
cause i haven't got anything to say
when you wake
with nothing in our heads
but an idea
of what we should be
(what we could be)
swing closer
catching ourselves
from close up
i think we're the same
and we've met our match
"this is the chandelier swing"
so cover yourself with whatever
cover your eyes
cause it's not right
you say "it's not what it should be"
but it could be
you know i think a lot like you
swing away
it's not like you had before
when you were two years younger
(my age)
i wait for you
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