Lyrics.

Hope you have fun in the city
while I'm stuck here back home and wallowing, though I won't admit it.
Hope you feel accomplished,
been a couple of years and I'm still feeling like shit.
Hope each holiday is nothing short of perfect,
cause I know that means you'll be back home, and just in time, I'm going out everywhere.

I hope it was worth it
I really do,
I think she's doing it to spite you.

But I've grown up since then
and I've learned a few things,
but I'll never get how you're still under my skin.

Hope your bags are easy to pack,
the last thing you need is some sort of burden.
Hope you have your nikon handy
you wouldn't wanna miss this.

Hope you still act like your important,
hope you love the city,
hope you have the time of your life,
hope you never get too drunk,
hope you never change,
the last thing I'd want to do is be even more of a burden.

Sing Me To Sleep.

I've been cracking at chords
and twisting my fingers in hopes to find the perfect notes
to keep you wondering where I've been.
All the while,
I keep time with my foot that was never very reliable to begin with.

I'd keep playing,
but I'd get sick of the same song I'd sing
and I'd have to keep at it harder
when I imagine us
in the park by the bridge that I've always wanted you to see
and I could keep at it.

I wish that I could just make up my mind,
and decide if it's better I'd leave
though I know it is,
it's something I'll wonder.

Friend.

What does it mean,
when the day is over.
When I get scared
and you wanna walk in the meadow.
You called it the calm before the storm
while I sat by the tree.

I always try to mean what I say,
and I always try to tell you that I'm proud,
but you'd rather not hear a thing.
What'll we do when it snows?

I can't say this makes me proud,
but this is something I know I can do,
and you're doing so much better.

I've Been Sailing For Too Long.

Have you seen the water?
I'd imagine the pressure to be a force
that I've yet encountered.
But just to spite whoever else
had been this far down,
I'd continue swimming.

I could turn around,
and write a letter to you about the experience,
but I'd rather not be the one to write you.
And even if I'd burst,
just know I tried harder.

But I stayed on,
and kept to side to watch whatever crashed at the side.

11/28/10

He stood
and made it clear we'd never speak again.
I'd apologize,
I would, I would.

But maybe life is better.

The Homestead

I wish you,
heard that song more often,
cause it'd help me know
if it's me that you miss.
cause I miss me too.

And I oughta know,
why after all, I packed my bags
and I wished you asked where I was going,
cause even I had no clue.

It coulda been a bigger picture,
for at least our sake,
though I'm sure I'll have no clue.

And I wish you
could me lately,
and see how much I've grown,
and visit me in my new town,
and help me figure out why it isn't
nearly as easy as it used to be.

RE: Icarus Lives!

Feed the dead,
and keep it whole.
I trust you to follow through.
Make it mean something.

Where Autumn Meets Winter.

I can't believe you
got so scared when the road got dark.
Though I kept it well hidden.
I'd say the view was worth it.
The skyline was lit up
and the rocks were dry enough for me to walk on
and attempt to impress you.

I think that could make a interesting drive.
though, I can't say I know how to get there so well.

You fell asleep on the way home,
and I wasn't lonesome,
I kept my eyes dead ahead,
and braking gently every time.

You said something along the lines of you being busy,
so I brushed it off and said maybe another time.

I took you to the most interesting street I could find.
It had stores and a little shop
where you could get coffee and feel no pressure.
I held open the door every time and smiled.
I kept quiet on the way out each time,
hoping to hear what you had to say.

I stayed in that night,
I mean, I wanted to, I was tired.

And before going home,
I brought you to the park.
You said it felt oddly familiar,
but I couldn't answer.
I made you go on the swings where you told me what you thought,
about the ride, the view, and the coffee and all the stores,
and it turns out you had a great time.
I did too.

Where I Sit.

I like the things you say
cause you make it all worth while,
even when I don't get it,
though I believe I'm getting a hold of it.
I walk and walk and walk and walk
and you still seem to manage to beat me,
5 miles at a time,
and I'm glad you won't say much other than that.

Get Off Your Couch, Come Over.

I heard she said she wanted a show,
so I'll muster up something along the lines of such.
I'll bring all my friends,
so it appears I have an audience,
and I'll find a few faux acts
and I'll do all this,
so she thinks your interesting.

For You.

I never mean to embarrass you,
it's just how the day plays out.
I continue on my way
as I see another bride,
and at a second glance,
you could've been that person this whole time,
and maybe we could've saved each other.
If I give it too much thought,
it makes everything click in place,
but I'd rather just continue with our meaning,
and walk past boats and stroll down the sales.
But I guess all I can say is thanks for the support.

It's Not A "Sorry", It's Just What Happens.

Maybe if things happened a bit different,
I'd still see you.
If you agreed to hear me out,
we would've never been at the floor.
After you walked away,
and I was left standing to watch you.
I could've sworn I'd been whole again.

My Good Bye To Yulan.

I hid on the trail,
while everyone else kept walking around.
I had seen everything there,
though I was being told otherwise.

I sat on the lake,
hoping it'd never be the last time.
After singing to the frozen fish I found,
I knew it wouldn't be right for me to come back.

"I walk here with him and talk about it"

You made me get in the car,
without asking.
I hate you for that.
I really do.
Though everything you do, seems to be right.
I can't take the poet from his house,
everyone was waiting; that wasn't fair.

I saw him in the window,
peering down.
But you heard a splash,
and swore up and down, he had died.

But I know,
that just as quick as we got back in the car,
it'd never be spoken of.

LIberatore.

Maybe I fought it too long,
it never felt right.
Living in a basement
underneath you.

If I heard it,
it wouldn'tve made it any less true,
thought I know you know
what you did.

Came downstairs
to say civil.
When I got up,
it almost felt unreal.

Headache.

Cause and effect
have been biting at my ankles
while I walk towards
the pathway,
taking steps,
one at a time.

I'd met the front room,
embraced it with each coming season.
But maybe, I thought more in the Fall.
Where the goldfish used to lay,
I can't remember how I thought it was right.

This Is Where I've Been Living.

I'll let me go,
if you could hold on,
let me go,
If we held on,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
I'dve let you go,
swimming free.

11/14/10

I could never begin to
bring in everything outside,
but from today,
I've to make an effort.

How dare we,
even speak.
And you moved in,
so quick, I couldn't see.

Have you seen the fall?
I know.
I finished a list,
like I swore you.

I made it clear.
I never could've cared.
Hollowed out by the foliage.

On Our Ways (Like Lions)

I've been outgrowing
the things we did,
and you can't help but
turn your head when you see me,
I can't regress.

I meant
to notice the things you did more
and tell you how it made me feel,
cause it did.

Though, maybe this is right,
and I'm not one to fight against
the reasons.

Maybe it hurts you,
when I get up and walk away.
It was never a blow to you.

11/12/10

I am content
while I spend what feels like the ocean,
just to sleep inside.
Better and better and better.
I've never welcomed an afternoon this quick.

To terms,
terminology,
plucking and keeping an even pace.
I've fallen down,
whilst singing to you.