Fits & Starts

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You Caught Me Off Guard

I was the miserable morning, in a fog suffering from a night that was long gone. I left nothing I can remember in my path. You told me I better take a closer look at the broken window, at the full notebook. “That’s your handwriting right there, now isn’t it?” The words were written in a frenzied pace like a stack of bills stuffed in an old suitcase and I swear to God I don’t know what it meant. You, you caught me off guard. I was fine falling apart. I was fine spiraling. You, you caught me off guard without a second thought for another human being. Your lips were drawn from your pocketbook down on the sidewalk while everyone looked. I wore my hat low to cover my eyes. You told me that it was no use as you broke every black and white tile with your high heeled boots and stood like a scarecrow in the room. I don’t remember what happened next between the purple tongues and the drunken scents and I swear to God I don’t know what it meant. You, you caught me off guard. I was fine falling apart. I was fine spiraling. You, you caught me off guard without a second thought for another human being. This is all I have left, some worn out books and some scribbled text. I swear to God I don’t know what it meant.

Fading Fast

I'm not sure the pain you endured was worth it. You never know what you’re in for. From outside it looked more certain. You saved me from myself. I know its hard to tell but I’m doing pretty well. I was fading fast, yeah. Never meant to last, yeah. Now that's in the past. I was fading fast. Fumes from the chemicals left my mind dull. Turned me inside out. The truth is ephemeral, not eternal. It’s just what we’re telling ourselves. You treated me better than I deserved when I was at my worst. I was fading fast, yeah. Never meant to last, yeah. Now that's in the past. I was fading fast.

When the Balance is Off

On the Ides of March I awoke from a nightmare at my own funeral and nobody else was there. The moon was dripping blood. I wondered what it meant. The more I thought about it the less it made sense. When the balance is off the nights get long. Lost in thought when I looked up all I saw was a hood ornament. No one uttered a word, they just went about their business. When the balance is off the nights get long. You told me where to go and never showed. I wondered where you were. Guess I'll never know. On the Ides of march I awoke from a nightmare. Followed the trail of mascara and it led me nowhere.

Glassy Eyed

I'm on autopilot. Time flies right by. I don't care where I'm headed. I'll just know when I arrive. You know exactly what you like and I wonder why I can't find a single thing of mine. I’m glassy eyed. Glassy eyed. Glassy eyed. I'm burning up, I'm freezing cold. The machinery of my soul. Somewhere far, far below from the comfort of your home. You know exactly where to go and I wonder why I don’t. I’m glassy eyed. Glassy eyed. Glassy eyed. I want you to know that I really was this close. Through the wind and snow I’ll just coast. I’m glassy eyed. Glassy eyed. Glassy eyed

Coming Soon

In the trees, in the canopy that's freezing I heard the changing season rain acorns to the street. In the frame I see the marching shapes, heard one-sided conversation crossing the basement grates. With your drunken cold cast shadows strewn, you're coming soon. I take no warning, sleep with one eye open so I always see who’s approaching my door. I got stories I’ll always be reliving. But I’d be better off forgetting the memories. With my drunken cold cast shadow strewn counting planes over a fishing moon. You're coming soon. In the street the keys were jangling. I wanted something to happen out of the ordinary. On the way from the land of lakes you were something I wanted but didn’t know how to take. With your drunken cold cast shadow strewn counting planes over a fishing moon. I’ve been patiently waiting in my room. You're coming soon.

Fits & Starts

It comes in fits and starts, the pumping blood. Built half of a bridge and dove into the mud. The salmon fog with the silhouette dogs.I heard the ringing clock back where I came from. Saw the stained glass walls with characters flaws. Saw surreal and impressionist ponds. You’re always in love when you’re grasping at straws. Living into the next moment that comes. And it is so strong I can’t get enough, she’s in my breath breathing through my lungs. I’m always changing my mind and I’ve got no sense of time. And I don’t know why. My stomach is tight and the thoughts ignite. Turning the corner I’m always surprised by the gasoline lights and your skin so white. Like seeing the moon rise the very first time. With the stained glass walls, the characters flaws, the surreal and impressionist ponds. The approaching dawn, the effects all gone we roll up the blanket and move along. Traffic is slow we got nowhere to go, I imagine crashing the car over and over. I fell into a dream, saw what became of me. With sunken eyes, no will to fight. Holding a map by the candlelight. A pocket knife whittling a pipe. Talking to a dispassionate sky. I’m always changing my mind and I’ve got no sense of time. And I don’t know why.

Count on Me

Count on me to make a mess, to make no sense and to make amends. Count on me to take offense, to find the flaw and take advantage. Count on me to run late, to make everyone else have to wait. Count on me to second guess, to say one thing and do the next. Oh I know that it hurts that I can’t put you first. Oh I know that it's wrong that I should be the one you count on. Count on me to be a man, to make a buck and then spend ten. Count on me to never plan, to pack my bags after the trains already left. Count on me to fill my glass, to disappear into the back. Count on me to lose track, to apologize after the time has passed. Oh I know that it hurts that I can’t put you first. Oh I know that it's wrong that I should be the one you count on.

Cross Paths

Cross paths, find a needle in a haystack when we cross paths. Cross paths, when you’re coming home from the night shift we cross paths. Cross paths, every single time you’re run ragged we cross paths. In the aftermath and you’re feeling trapped on a train that isn’t moving. In the aftermath and you can’t get back all that you’ve put in. When we cross paths, I wonder “what are the chances that we’d cross paths?” Cross paths, you’re drunk on corner incense when we cross paths. Cross paths, every single time you’re run ragged we cross paths. Cross paths. We both know what could’ve happened if today wasn’t the day we crossed paths.

Used To

I don’t wanna wait, the thought keeps me awake. Tomorrow I’ll make another philosophy. My body aches, the fever breaks. I hold out my arm for you to take. Surround by woods, the howling moon. I wanna be true, it’s just not what I’m used to. In a paper chase until winter came. I was left bloodied, sunk to the bottom of the lake. You took off your shoes and waded in the water freezing overhead. Not a moment too soon, everything to lose. I wanna be true, it’s just not what I’m used to. In front of your old place, where we first embraced. Asking for your word as I inched closer. I was a junkyard car missing parts, without a thought you split your heart right in two. I’m so in love with you. I wanna be true, it’s just not what I’m used to. I wanna be true, it’s just not what I’m used to.

Night Sounds

Night sounds, night sounds. Bag in the branches flailing around. The door slammed by the wind. Bar room neon bulbs buzzing. Hotel corner hopefuls waiting to get in. Night sounds, night sounds. I think that the worst is over now. It’s so hard to be patient when the walls are paper thin. When you fall in love you gotta break ‘em in. Oh I just had to get out for a bit. When I come back it will be different. At the laundromat watching the clothes spin. I emptied the voices in my head ‘til only yours was left. Night sounds, night sounds. All the wolves out on the prowl. Where no one knows your name. Silenced by low flying planes. Spinning rusty weathervane. Chemicals fire in my brain. Forgetting all the reasons why I came. Oh I just needed something to change. When I come back it will be different. At the laundromat watching the clothes spin. I emptied the voices in my head ‘til only yours was left. Night sounds, night sounds. A bridge between the towns. And an empty river sits collecting skeletons of fish. I took a taxi over it, put a kiss upon your lips.