Thursday, September 30, 2010

Yesterday Seemed Bad, Until I Was Told Otherwise.

Remember the day your umbrella
decided to take the day off?
You didn't give it a second thought,
you said it didn't deserve too much concern,
and I watched you walk.
Proud.
Rain hitting,
using all it's force to push you to the pavement,
but you didn't give it the time of day.
You said it didn't deserve too much concern.
You were just happy there was rain to begin with.

Monday, September 27, 2010

"No, no, people need you, you're wanted"

Keep your composure,
and don't make such a big deal.
It's happened to the best of us,
in the timing we never foresaw,
had we been caught off guard?

I remember the candle lights
and how I couldn't see anything that wouldn't make sense,
while we sat and talked,
it meant nothing more than a talk I suppose,
but when the candle burnt out
and we knew it was time to go,
it didn't mean we were proud.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

RE: Caviar

Dance faster
let everyone know
just how damn much you need this.

It'll kill me when you falter
and fall to the ground.
You'd never be able to get back up
in a room this big,
where everyone you've ever known
is surrounding you,
and they've anticipated everything.

But defy whatever rules you were told
and return to October just to dance more.

Monday, September 20, 2010

It's Almost October And That Makes Me Ridiculously Happy.

I've never been more eager
to welcome you with the changing season.
With everything I've seen,
when geometry doesn't make sense,
and cars are crashing left and north-east,
walking dogs
and lifting up the vehicle.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Vessel

I got asked
if I smelt fire,
while you put your
hands in your pockets
to reach for the gun.

And I promised,
soft like,
"our horizon makes no mistakes"
whilst lighting
the cigarette that held the promise.

And you leaned forward,
praying hard I wasn't
just like them.

And after all that,
you left town.
Said you had some things to figure out.

You got in the cab,
holding my hand through the window,
and make the same mistake as me,
lighting the promise up.

The Iron Fence (song on the EP)

And who'dve known
a house could make or break us?
Cause when all said,
it was nothing than said.
And I had left.

And I shipped you out,
just to carry out my end.
As I swept past,
anything that ever made sense.

When we fell,
like the rocks we threw,
it didn't mean a thing,
and it never would.
According to then and now.

And I kept still
underneath the ever falling sky
while you reported back what you thought of the moon.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Look, Left.

Saw everything I needed to see,
or what you wanted to show me
and I never minded one bit.
I still get caught when I stumble
and yawn against my sheets
knowing I'm content with whats put out
in front of me
and what the inevitable the morning shares with me.

As you walk towards the door,
feel something,
thats all I ask.
Good or bad,
feel something.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Steady Hold.

I can say the amount,
whole, totalled, collected, and shared,
meant so much more to me than I ever could remember.

I walked past ghost towns,
ignoring anything that moved to me
and holding out for some sort of being,
in hopes of meeting me halfway.

When it all falls forth,
and the tree fell to the ground,
I'd never go anywhere again,
but the stump.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Fishes and Beans.

I howl and speak as clear as I can,
while I sing towards you.
I never left phonecalls or threw rocks,
but I picked up what I though suited you and us.

Frozen water and the spring,
dresses and weather,
I never focused.
I never settled for less.

Monday, September 13, 2010

RE: Wedding Cake

I could never,
polish the shoes that would notice
you in the aisle.
I never meant
to feel and cause alarm to myself.

But as the pews fill,
and I keep still and quiet,
a worn face gives you the smile
that was only the reassurance
for you to continue on your way.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Elephant and the Plight

I said what use do I have
for songs like these?
I threw them all away.

When I miss walking,
and counting rocks and sticks,
I had already crossed the street.
Though, we'd be better off alone.

Monday, September 6, 2010

RE: January 1979

I'd imagine you'd want some sort of payment,
that I could never give.
Which seems fitting,
coming from either of us.
Though, when you stopped short,
I remember being sent off from my seat
to 8 feet or less in front of you.