I Can Only Hope For A Fresh One

maybe it's a death or something else you'd face
while noticing each street has its own particular way of bending to meet the next street
and I'd do nothing but walk casually past each lamp post and hope you carried on
as if nothing had ever even begun and keep a steady pace
making sure you wouldn't even question or give it another thought.

On A Rainy Day

Maybe I could make another
and you'd stick around
maybe I could do a lot of things worth while.
Maybe you need to deal with some things on your own.

They'd call you their river and I had high hopes you'd come running.
For what'd feel like miles would all but disappear from the soles of your shoes
as soon as you'd see me.

12/2710

When all they did was bring you flowers,
you asked for your bouquet.
It made me wonder what it was that made you you.
After all you kept quiet and made it through the port
and kept still even while I rocked you back and forth.

And all I can ask is why it wasn't you
and how come it had been me
after all and all I had only sung to you.

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.