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It wasn’t ever fun
Even when it lasted
There was always hidden
A motive and agenda
Something I couldn’t figure from afar—
I needed microscopic certainty
That I’d have to disappear
In order to remember—
For them to forget—
That either of us had ever existed
Do they make you feel less?
Overwhelmed and unimpressed
like being anywhere else would have
you feeling overdressed?
We always know the problem
but never how to solve them.
We offer salutations which
just form another problem—
When you’re left feeling more
like love’s less than a chore,
the answer’s in the subtlety
as subtle as before—
We always play along
like life’s a lonely song.
You’re singing to a choir if
what feels right is wrong.
What’s the point in asking the question
If your voice is already defeated
I’d go blind just trying to see it
You know everyone is trying to beat it—
If there’s pain then that means there’s a reason
If there’s truth then it’s hard to believe in
Still it’s hard not to relive this feeling
Where everyone everyone’s stealing—
It’s like selling your grief for a grievance
Why the hell would you even break even
Doing all we could to deceive them
It’s all wasted time wasting time healing—
It’s like playing pretend dressed in your skin
Or saying the pledge of allegiance
When there’s no one to please or believe in
It only matters as much as you mean it
I like to sit, in long
Wakes of silence
And write cowboy songs
For drunks and dreamers
Who know better
And are better—
Who are better off alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, waiting for the sun to rise.
Looking out across Portales, there’s not a single star in the sky.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
Sitting in this hotel room, tried but couldn’t fall asleep.
Spent all of my cash on Johnny, cause he’s a better man than me.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
It’s a long drive West.
And I’m on my own.
She said do your best.
Know you’re not alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, wondering if I made a mistake.
Gotta find what I’ve been missing, and bring it back to her to keep.
Only in the slightest
Contradictions find us
Taking a piss in the back of a waiting
Rudimentary silence
Little acts of violence
Testing the waters like leaving the bathtub
Full of standing water
Babies left to wander
Dipping our beaks in a pool not so shallow
Now—
Actions without reason
God I’ve got this feeling
Down like the old folks whose tennis balls are wearing out
Obligations find us
Contradictions bind us
Tight like a truckers hitch secured to nothin but
Ourselves if we’re willing
To hold someone who’s willing
To kick the creator for all the stupid shit we’ve been through
Now—
Everybody wants their own way
Standing on clouds there’s no reason to shout out loud
When everybody gets their own way
I can guarantee somebody won’t be pleased (laugh out loud)
Nobody seems to notice the homeless
Except the little girl
Piggy backing her fathers shoulder
Slouching, down Hollywood Boulevard
It’s hard
To see
Out this pit
Of despair
When you’re down
On your knees
In the cold
Summer air
And it’s hard
To conceive
Memories
When you care
Looking for
What you lost
In a house
Built of mirrors
And it’s hard
When you know
All of this
Is a joke
Convinced
Or exposed
Either way
There’s a host
To obey
Or believe
In what you
See in me
That’s alright
It’s ok
Sip your honey
and tea
I just thought
You should know
I don’t know—
Yeah I know
You read my sadness
Word for word
Like I’m a novelty
Then put me down
Back in my place
Some oldtime tchotchke—
And I wonder how it feels,
Window shopping too?—
From the corner of my gladness
To the outskirts of your sadness
Where nothing is for certain
And no one is to blame
Except we don’t glimmer anymore
Or sparkle like we used to—
Ornamental at our best
Tokens from another life
Myself or you
Who to believe?
Our tongues
Entwined
With poetry
The trail’s bare
Just fallen leaves
Our bread it’s stale
And crumbling
