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.