The Two For Tuesday Special

Today the bombs rang louder then usual
I sucked it in
I got out of bed, finially.
I wrote you a two and a half page letter
It's waiting on the floor
In two days, everything was done and over
You can't stand the way I've looked at things and
I've just driven you stark mad
I called my mother and she thinks I should
broaden my horizons and find myself a good man
She said two of my aunts got what I have and the one
has tried to kill herself a few times already and I
should get on some of that medicine before I end up like her

Severely bi polar.

"I just knew something was wrong with you ever since you were a little girl"

I stumbled around last night til I couldnt pronounce your name
And at 2 AM I had to throw the phone across the room, so I
wouldnt call you
I haven't heard your voice all day
And I never saw your shield and sword
I didn't see you kicking up dust
You never even turned around at the sound of my plead
This is the second time I have lost what I loved most
Poof.
And in both I have been the center of blame.
"It's all your undoing and doing and all your fault"
Maybe so, but,
It takes two to tango

I carved the fruit like it was your hand
Drove around for awhile and the road was
the only companion worthy of my sad sap stupid ark of dreams
Noah was a drunk
And so I conform to the High Man's choice of personna
Well I've got a couple bucks so give me what you can
Seven straws on the table
Imprints on the napkin
Dead song in the background
I've got a bent will and its tied to the back of one
of those cross country rigs that weave too close to the middle line
Fourteen empty coke cans and a cabinet of wants
I just know im going to slice myself in half
and I'll fix it with invisible thread
Bright light bulb and I've got the kind of migraine that
makes you see little people in peripheral
And I can hear the tears through the bedroom door
Obtuse pillow. Wet with regret and the fear of giving something away that
can never be found
We could cut the cord.
I just got paid and I swear I could go forget your name
We should let the world sqaunder
and our bodies will return to the bacterial molecules they were before God
decided to give us ideas
This is a pilgrimage
So cry all you want

Go To Sleep, Cardigan

And at what point did you suffer?
You, of all people, should have been gang banged and
ass raped
walking about with that Rebel hat and your narrow mind
"Call me the Candyman"
"You want some, little black bitch girl?"
I'm glad they've got you on this table
Were it not for the protestors, you would have no
friends at this moment
And that's only because it was not their own
daughter you fucked the guts out of, literally, and
hung feet first in the old oak tree
" I ain't no nigger lover", and you just had to show the world
The local news stating are stirring up these local towns and
everybody's hating everyone
because all of us see in color now

And at what point did you suffer?
Was it when t hey asked for any final words?
Was it when they stuck you to sleep, with barely a
prick and left the viewing room to tear themsevles apart?

Cardigan, I hope you meet God.
I hope you meet God
I hope you meet God

Friction and Flame

Perhaps in an instant the friction was born
The bottom of my jeans and the top of
the carseat rendered me the way Walt Whitman felt about the green grass
The thought was cradled, then ultimatley found its way to the trash can
Some things are not fit for the graceful dance of pen talk, so they
leave the lips in simple syllables and they float above
and somewhere in time, they are lost
Gone, with the unpredictable travels of the wind
like a friend who promised you a forever
But what I did not realize is, forever is a couple years at best
Nothing more, nothing less...its all just cheap talk and a really cool handshake

And at twenty-two I've been born a few times over and I know,
that life is more then well on its way
and I can only count on seconds
not days, not hours , not mintues
So I've got to tell the truth about some things that Ive been holding close to my heart

Ive cheated on a lover
I lied about how I wrecked my parents car, I didn't hit a cat, I was drunk off my ass
And I used to hate you, mother
I stole three dollars and used it without a second thought
And at one point, I did not believe in God
I said words like I love you, because they sounded really pretty and
I broke a lot of hearts
But
at twenty-two I've made friction and flame
And now I stand tall on solid ground
And I'm wise enough to say I'm sorry for everything I've done
but I'm even more sorry it took this long for it to all come out

A compilation of different lyrics from different songs that consequently made a letter

She adores me from a distant. There's nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we're both aching to speak.
I can take it heavy and I will not weigh you down.
You can't deny us.
Seclusion. Sweet disarray. You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first, I love you first beneath the sheet of paper lies. I have to go. Your hair was long when we first met. And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us, not even once. Oh we couldn't bring the columns down, we couldnt destroy a single one.

I was wrong I guess.

Just lay it all down. Put your face into my neck and let it fall out. This world youre in now, it doesn't have to be alone.

I'll get there somehow.

Burning Bridges

And the world spins madly on.
There's a wide array of strangers who feel the same.
They sit on some old, rugged couch with connections in their lap
Self-indulgent java hungry poets
So let's join hands and create make-shift picket fences
Because hearts are a disgrace and we should drown them in our own spit
and
if you know what I mean
then
you know that this has been a grave dissappointment

I come and go
But I can never get past the welcome mat

Things are up in flames everywhere you turn
Like it's a forced habit to burn bridges or let go of
ideas that frighten you
But we should shake our heads and tighten our grips
Grab our human rights and cradle the fact that we
still have a few of them left
And some of us still have the
weapon of words
And when that happens, we are forced to shut up and
let it burn
Like the burning of books and bibles
Because God forbid we believe anything other then what we are told
But nothing molds me
Not bullets, not taped mouths, not slavery
Not money, not you, not reality, not the morning
I am nocturnal
The beast in the depth of the night
Collecting strangers and fingers for my own
sadistic, selfish reasons
Because you know, in the core of you,
I am everything you've ever wanted.

Warning: Smoking Causes

death to your ideas
A vicious circle feeding and eating
Nicotine shakes
Yellow nails
More more more
It is the thin line seperating me from
the third floor
Sanity or madness
Which do you prefer?
I bow down to the ashtray while
you bow down to your stupid, pathetic Gods
Warning
I will acquire cancer either way
It is in my blood
It is pounding at my door
So come in
let's have a talk about the future.
Death and dust, my friend